#!!!! and that after i get to lie down with popcorn and a movie or video or something

[wroteclassicaly]

Daddy Steve

(Steve Harrington x Female Reader)

Summary: Steve finds out you’re pregnant.

Warnings: Language, hurt/comfort, best-friends to lovers, Daddy!Steve, mentions loss of virginity, alludes to smut, nausea, throwing up, and pregnancy stuff.

Pairings: Steve Harrington x Female Reader

A/N: Ever since that Daddy Steve comment in season three, my brain can’t get a breeding kink addicted Steve outta my filthy ass head! And thus, I bring you more trash that you didn’t ask for, lol!! I might do a part two with smut?? Enjoy! - Kristen <3

“C’mon, you love this stuff, honey,” Steve mumbles around a mouthful of buttery popcorn.

You’re smashed between him and your shared best-friend, Robin Buckley—on the sofa, watching some newly released horror film that went straight to video, and right into Steve’s VCR. You have to fight everything inside of you not to gag on the smell of popped kernels, urges to inhale, an automatic reflex that only serves to make your predicament worse. Robin wrinkles her nose in distaste, reaching across you and shoving his wrist away.

“Because having greasy ass butter on your chin is really encouraging her to try it out, Harrington.”

“Mhm,” You say, a half whimper slipping out. Your stomach rolls, making you automatically grip onto your baggy denim over shirt, the small swelling of your tummy a comfort.

Fuck the morning sickness… when did this start happening?

Robin’s eyes glance at you with a pitying worry, raising a brow in silent communication. You shake your head, giving her an ‘I’m fine’ signal, dodging Steve’s last classic film snack advance. When you catch sight of his tongue working to clean off his mouth’s corner, that ache teeters between your thighs, a rush of words tumbling off your lips.

“I have to go pee.” You scramble from the couch, nearly tripping over worn converse in the process.

And, as it turns out, your excuse is an even more idiotic thing to say. Steve’s voice halts you in your footfalls.

“Again? That’s like, the fifth time in an hour. And unless you’re chugging from some secret flask, I haven’t seen you drink much of anything, either.”

“I…”

“Dude, do not ever question a woman again about her bathroom habits, okay?” Robin interjects, giving him the Robin look.

“If she’s on her period she can just tell us that. You think I give a crap? We’re all friends here.” Steve shrugs a shoulder, tossing the empty popcorn bag down and ducking his salty fingers into his mouth with a delectable ‘pop’.

You’re momentarily lost within the realm of your raging hormones. Your doctor had told you to expect fluctuating moods, surprising shifts in your appetite; sexually, emotionally, physically, and nutrition wise. That explains why you’re always stealing Dustin’s sour candy and eating spoonfuls of peanut butter at 3:00 AM, crying at reruns of Cheers, and currently ogling your best-friend like he’s always been yours, and isn’t currently pining for someone else. Steve isn’t yours, despite what he’s put inside of you after one needy night together. His dark irises suddenly find you gawking, leaving him confused.

The way his nose is shaped, his jawline structure, that delicious neck he permitted you to mark at one point, that gorgeously soft hair you spent all night pulling, to that sinfully beautiful mouth—you’re speechless and very overwhelmed.

I need him…

He starts to move, but you hold up a hand. That would be sensory overload. “I should definitely go home after. I’ve got an early shift at the store tomorrow.” You lie.

“After what? Peeing?” Steve laughs.

Another ever changing hormone snaps your irritation, causing you to roll your eyes, desire lightly dissipating. “Obviously. That cool with you, King Harrington? Or do you need to further bore me with your pathetic excuse for a movie pick?”

Robin starts to edge back from Steve, his own anger at your snapping at him seeping through, coming off him in dangerous waves.

“Okay, what is with this goddamned attitude? We always watch bullshit movies and you’ve never complained about it before!”

“Mr. Former Prom King isn’t keen on attitudes now? Sounds like a problem that’s not mine.” You push, unable to stop yourself. After all, it’s better than feeling like garbage listening to him go on and on about Nancy, not even knowing he took your virginity and got you pregnant in one go.

If Steve could tuck his eyebrows into his hairline then they’d be there. His hands pinch his hips, lips pursed as he’s clenching his teeth.

“You know what, you should leave. Between your bitching, constant bathroom breaks, and acting too stuck up to watch a movie and eat some popcorn with your friends, you’re not much fun to be around anyways.”

“Steve!” Robin scolds.

“What? Princess is allowed to act like she’s too good to hang out lately and we can’t be upset about it?” Steve motions to you with a tipped hand.

There’s a burning brimming your eyes before you can stop it. You’d prefer the anger. Steve’s hands tighten at his sides, jaw twitching, a biting question, battling his urges to comfort you and apologize for upsetting you. “Why are you even crying right now?”

“Let’s all just calm down and breathe, okay?” Robin stands now, tiptoeing to meet in the middle of you.

“I was calm. I think you need to talk to her about all this. As a matter of fact, call her tomorrow after I call her a cab and she leaves, because I know she’s not working in the morning, and she just lied to our faces.” Steve adds.

Your face flushes, stomach tightening. That sickness is overpowering you, taking control. You can’t stop that watering in your eyes, blurring your vision, making your two best-friends blobs in the distance. They start arguing back and forth, Steve’s evident confusion at Robin defending your behavior, and Robin pleading with him to give you a break. You don’t say anything, but turn on your heel and make the walk down the hallway, barricading yourself in the bathroom and taking care of your pressing bladder, head in your hands as you silently cry.

Being a simple band geek that harbored a crush on Steve for years, turning into his best-friend too when you and Robin began working at the mall with him, to leaning on each other when Starcourt fell into shambles and monsters became very real to you, finalizing one shared night three months ago—it all happened so fast. Steve never said anything more after, just thanked you for being there for him and checked in on you with phone calls and a work chat. You couldn’t bear staying with him that night, either, so you had left, leaving your virginity and your scent behind on Steve’s sheets. You wanted to, you needed him as much as he had to have you, but you weren’t sure how to feel about it, and Robin had picked it up right away—scolding you, before asking how it was and if you were alright. She’s been there for you through it all, and you’re double on the guilt at dragging her into this mess.

“Honey?” A heavy rasping of knuckles and a deep voice, a softer tone is sighing out on the other side.

You imagine him in that Steve Harrington lean, his ankle crossed over the other, palm on the framework, posture leaning into the doorway. Heaving out a breath you shouldn’t have held, you finish and wash your hands, throat constricting around a painful gulp as you unlatch the lock and pull open the door.

You’re right.

His lips making that familiar motion, dark eyes saddened, worried, guilt ridden. You don’t even let him speak, locking your arms around his striped clad waist, arms sliding down, wrists brushing his leather belt. You inhale his laundry detergent, cologne spritzed scent, sniffling your apologies in quiet words. He lets you go on, pulling away a minute later to grip your shoulders, squeezing. “If you are on your period… or you’re upset about something, or I pissed you off, will you please talk to me?”

Your heartbeat gallops full speed ahead, thrumming sporadically against your throat. “I’m not on my period, Steve.” The words feel dry, your lips too chapped to even speak.

“Then what is it, and why can you tell Robin but not me?” He sounds hurt. Really hurt.

You find yourself at a loss, tongue stumbling to scrape up scraps of words. Nothing comes.

“She hasn’t told me shit, but I know that she knows what’s going on?”

You escape his words, chickening out. “My cab ride will probably be here soon, I better go.”

“I never called a cab.” Steve crosses his arms over his chest now. “And I wasn’t going to, you just pissed me off.”

“Yeah, well… ditto.” You snark, not meaning to.

“Okay, care to share why? Because I do everything I can to make sure you’re safe and you’re smiling. It makes me feel like shit when you feel like shit.”

Every scenario you imagined telling Steve about carrying his baby in, you never thought it would be him hovering over your blubbering, nauseated, hot mess form. But as you look into those eyes of his—glittering with undiluted concern, pulse vibrating off your lungs, ping ponging off your jugular, the words come on their own.

“I’m pregnant.”

That very popular symptom of sickness overtakes you, having you abandoning Steve in the doorway with your confession, your knees hitting the floor, head over the toilet bowl as it all comes out. And you sob. Over exerted from physical exhaustion, mentally tired over a guilty conscious, and ready to go to sleep—you pathetically cling to the Harrington’s guest toilet, panting, mouth wet, trembling hand reaching for your hair, only to be swept away. When you look up your heart takes a painful blow, stuttering in your chest. Steve’s eyes are watering, teeth gnawing on his lower lip.

He looks wounded, defeated. Like you kicked him into a gutter and left him there. Alone.

Still, he helps you lean back, stretching his long arm to flush the toilet and reach for a decorative hand towel, using the bathtub faucet behind him to wet it and press it along your forehead, edging down your neck, finally cleaning your mouth. He’s so gentle, so delicate in his touches, aside from his own emotions. You grip his wrist, seeing the dried tears matting his gorgeous lashes, holding his hand in yours. “I’m sorry.”

“How long have you known?” Is all he can croak, voice shaky and damp. He settles back against the wall, you following suit, still holding his hand in yours.

“Two months.”

“We had sex three months ago.” He reminds you, as if maybe he’s unsure how to approach it.

He remembers?

“I found out when I was already four weeks. Besides, it can’t be anyone else’s when I’ve only slept with you.”

“But we were just together for one night.” He looks confused, scrubbing a hand over his face, sniffing.

“Yeah, Steve, we were.” You hope to god that he gets the message without you having to say it.

It takes him moments, which feel like eternity. And then you are very aware of his pointed stare. “Are you telling me I’ve been the only guy to ever take you to bed?”

“Looks like it. Congrats.” You mutter, lifting your knees, an indulging stance your little swollen bump won’t let you complete. You grab over it, an instinctive reaction. Steve’s directing a watchful eye over your bulky denim, swallowing, his words coming out meek, gently. “Can I see?”

You look like a deer caught in headlights, moving to drop his hand, but he holds on, fingertips drawing circles over the back of your palm. “It’s okay.”

It relaxes you enough to agree, using your right hand to lift the denim, your simple lavender top stretched over the small swell that’s nestled at your navel, expanding towards your hips. You feel Steve move your joined hands over the fabric, scraping, scratching, dipping down underneath the bottom, hovering. “It won’t hurt it if I feel, right?”

This makes you laugh softly, shaking your head. “You didn’t pay attention in health class at all, did you?” At his exasperated dumbfounded look, you continue. “S’ okay, Steve. Just please don’t push on anything, because I can’t promise you the front of your shirt won’t look like the Exorcist after.”

“That bad, huh?” He questions, sincerity dripping through his words.

“You have no idea.” You help him raise your tee beneath your breasts, that cute and developing bump in all its glory. Your skin, already getting a couple more stretch marks, shines in the low light of the bathroom, your breathing and Steve’s all that is audible.

Times like this you wish you had your Polaroid to take his absolutely fascinated stare in. His big hand closes over it, pressing feather light, his watch showing 10:01 PM. It feels so damned good to have him know, to have someone touching you like this. And oddly… it’s as if this is how it should always be.

Steve is on the precipice of unknown, a possessive derailment wiggling its way into his normally calm exterior. His baby. Parts of him that fused with parts of you, growing an entire human being. And the sheer fact that you’re swollen with his child? He has to fight every way that pummels a fire into the pit of his stomach.

“I took your virginity when we made this?” He is marveling.

You clear your throat, embarrassed. “You did.”

He sniffles once more, then he’s palming circles across your stomach, before respectfully tugging your shirt down and adjusting it. He makes a move to halt you from shaking the denim back down. “You don’t have to hide it anymore. Please, don’t.”

You give a watery look of incredulous admiration, grateful he’s still the Steve Harrington you have come to know.

And love…

But he doesn’t have to be privy to that part.

“They said I should be able to hear its heartbeat next week.” A lightened load off your chest has you audibly relaxing against Steve’s shoulder—unintentional, but natural—his arm resting around your shoulders, kneading out mounts of week long tension.

“How big is it? I mean… can they tell?” His fascinating questionnaires have you giddy.

Ever the inquiring man.

You move your neck from side to side, attempting to fixate on the knots, trying to get some squeeze off your muscles. Steve takes notice immediately, his fingers tucking beneath your shirt collar, pinching your flesh and rolling it under his easy grip. “Don’t worry, I got you. How’s that?”

“Mhm, s’ good, Stevie.” His nickname tumbles free, making him squeeze you affectionately. “A plum, by the way.”

He does rear back this time, bewildered, a ‘huh’ pressed into the line between his brows.

You laugh, his ministrations on your neck’s nape continuing. “The baby. It’s the size of a plum, is the way they described it to me. Or whatever I wanna think of that is that size.”

“Can I come?” When you frown, he’s quick to continue, his voice a raspy whisper, still tear-dampened. “To the appointment, I mean.”

You won’t deny how your heart is racing, how his wanting to be involved is both scary and welcomed, but you’re also on the defense, walls up. You can only imagine what his parents will think, what everyone will think. And Nancy… You don’t want to ruin anyone’s future from one one sided night of meaningless sex.

Steve can see the wheels turning in your head, your muscles tensing beneath his touch. It’s a bit frightening.

“Honey—“

“I didn’t need anyone’s permission in deciding to have or keep this baby, Steve. I don’t expect any help, I don’t want any pity support. I’ll be fine on my own.”

The familiarity of descending guilt slaps you in the face, Steve’s shocked look peppering his features. “You think I don’t want to help with my own baby? You think I’m that much of a fucking douchebag?!” He stands now, hands on his hips in that stern way.

You too attempt to stand, gripping the empty towel rack to keep steady. “I didn’t know if that’s what you’d want, Steve. We’re both still so young. It’s my body, so the decision to carry our child was up to me. If I wasn’t going to, I still would’ve told you. As for helping? Like I said, we’re both young and you’re attached… elsewhere.” You try, carefully avoiding her name. “S’ not like I was excited to be the Midwest mom that traps the former heartthrob.”

“Then that would make me the Midwest dad that should’ve worn a condom and taken care of you more. If we’re sharing blame here, let’s even it out.”

You’re very aware he meant something else, but it brings you right back to being beneath him, your legs wide open, thighs trembling, hands holding purchase, unsure, going with him, letting Steve lead. That burning loss of feeling Steve Harrington between your thighs is enough to cause you to squeeze your legs, drawing his attention. And whatever this fresh feeling is, he seems to be feeling it too.

Steve lets his arm shift, fingers combing your hair back behind your ear. “You thinkin’ about it?”

You’re pitifully admitting, hands cupping his back as you slink into his embrace. It’s warm, it’s safe, it’s Steve Harrington. There will be a time for talking, but now isn’t it, now is soaking each other in, being together, with your baby boy or girl.

“I’m thinking a lot of things.” Is your answer, but it’s enough for him to remember how you felt that night, the way you gave yourself to him and stayed right there with him.

There’s a soft air around you both, seemingly helping ward off your aching insides, letting the nausea vanish. Your hand wraps itself over the swell, Steve watching in admiration, hand lowering onto your own. It’s back and forth grins, and you’re pulling away as you remember Robin is still in the living room. Stepping forward and out of Steve’s too warm for your hormones to handle embrace, you turn on the bathroom faucet to wash your hands and cup some water into them, drinking and swishing the nasty taste out. Steve doesn’t take his eyes off you, even as you both find your shared best-friend in living room, brow raised in concern and amusement.

Your bump is on full display and she is shaking her short mane, eyeing Steve’s doe eyed gaze, the color on his cheeks. “Aww, congrats, Daddy Dingus.”

You burst into laughter, full on.

[wosoragebaiter69]

that’s enough

barça femeni x teen!reader, alexia putellas x fem!reader

request: here

A/N: this is a mess. the plot is like when ur writing an english essay and you let your subconscious mind write it so it ends up splitting into three topics with no context.

TW: throwing up, coarse language

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Last night, I went out again. It isn’t unusual for me and if I get caught it gets me in trouble with Alexia. I’m not even doing anything bad most of the time, just driving around to take the pressure away. What I don’t factor in this time is the fact that we have an early morning session and a late night session. So if hell was a day, this is it.

First, we have a video session discussing tactics. Which is at 7am, then at 6pm we have a field session. Of course when I wasn’t there when Alexia woke up she immediately called me.

“Where are you? Where’s your car and why aren’t you in the house?” She questions clearly annoyed.

“Relax Alexia, I went out on a little drive, I’ll be there for the video session don’t worry.” She’s about to say more but I hang up. I know I won’t hear the end of this but there can’t be too much harm.

Turns out there can be.

I walk inside the room with my mcdonald’s coffee, I’m not the last person there but Alexia is in the room and shoots daggers at me. I shrug my shoulders, moving to sit next to Ingrid.

“Alexia is really mad, what did you do this time?” She asks, looking at me with a slight smirk.

“I went for a drive to clear my mind. I guess it’s illegal to do that now. I got a coffee though.” She wrinkles her face in disgust.

“Out of all the places to get coffee, you choose the worst one? Honestly kid, please find some place better. Staring at that makes me physically sick.” I roll my eyes.

“I was in a hurry and they call it fast food for a reason. Imagine if I was late? I’m already in trouble.” She nods her head in understanding.

“So, any plans for today or are you going to play Hogwarts Legacy all day.”

“I’m going to watch a movie.” I reply.

“The whole day?” She questions confused.

“Well… I never said I was seeing the movie IN Spain.” She sighs pinching the bridge between her nose.

“That’s not a good idea. Why would you do that?”

“Because I hate subtitles and I don’t want the movie to be in Spanish.” I shrug.

“That’s… a good point. If Alexia finds out you’ve left the country again she’s gonna lose it so have fun and make sure not to tell her you told me.” I nod.

“Will do my friend.” I’ve left the country before, one time to Germany where I accidentally met Georgia Stanway and got drunk with her. And the other time was at the UK in which I got into some nasty fights against some sad Arsenal fans. Like yes I was taunting them but no reason to attack me. I won in the end, obviously.

So if Alexia finds out I’ve left again she will be so mad. I focus my attention to the screen in front of us and listen in on what whatever Jona has to say.

- - - - -

After the session, I quickly make my way out of the room and into my car. I’m almost gone but Alexia is right behind me and she bangs on the window. I groan pulling it down.

“Hi Aleeee.”

“Don’t you ‘Hi Ale.’ me. Where have you been and how long? Do not lie to me.” I sigh.

“I went out on a drive around town, it’s so pretty at night, so excuse me if I want to look at it. Now if you must know. I’m on a tight schedule so, may you please move so I can move?” I ask, she reluctantly agrees and steps back allowing me to drive off to the airport.

(this is rlly fast paced but you can imagine whatever movie you want during the time skip)

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It’s currently 5pm, I’ve been out all day the flights were only 2 hours and they were cheap. I don’t know why the others think of this stuff. Maybe I’m just Australian though.

I notice my stomach feels off, but it’s probably because I’m dehydrated and haven’t eaten a proper meal all day. Only a large popcorn and 2 packets of skittles.

I arrive at the grounds just in time and walk in with Sandra. I walk over to my area and get changed into the kit, before walking out onto the field with Lucy.

“You alright mate? You’re pale.” She states.

“I’m good, little tired is all.” I can tell she doesn’t believe me but we walk on.

The session is gruelling, high intensity and does not do anything to help what I’m feeling. Alexia has been pushing me harder than anyone else which is annoying and I low-key want to fall to the ground. That would only result in more laps though.

The 1.5 hour session ends, we have dinner which lasts half an hour than another 45 minutes in the gym. Both of which I am not excited for.

I can’t even think of anything when it happens, I feel bile rise up my throat and I just know that I should’ve eaten a proper meal. I make it into the bathroom in the nick of time, spilling my guts into the bowl. Someone is in here holding my tied back hair but I can’t be bothered to find who.

When I finally stop gagging, I flush the toilet and lean against the wall staring in front of me to find Keira.

“You feel any better or do you want to stay here.” She asks, resting her hand on my cheek. I shrug my shoulders as she sighs.

The door opens again and it’s Lucy.

“Oh, there you guys are. What happened?” Lucy turns to Keira.

“I was walking by the bathrooms and heard someone gagging and here she was throwing up.” She nods her head and I go to stand up.

“NO! No, you are not doing that. What if you throw up again? I’m going to get Alexia. Right now.” Lucy says sternly.

“Nooo, get Ingrid instead? Please Lucy.”

“Fine.” She walks out leaving Keira and I alone again.

“Mind telling me what lead to this moment?” I nod, explaining the staying up all night to not eating any proper food.

“That’ll do it. Can’t believe you just got on a flight to London.”

“It’s not even that long, it’s a great way to spend time. It’s like you saying a 45 minute drive is long. That’s how long it takes for me to get to school when I’m in Australia.” She shakes her head.

“Aussies sense of time is so out of whack I’m telling ya!” The door is opened again as Ingrid and Lucy make their way inside.

Ingrid sighs, “What are we going to do with you huh?” I laugh.

“Come on, let’s get you to the medics and then you can go home. I’ll drive your car and before you say anything we will be telling Alexia.” I nod, knowing there’s no escape.

We get to the medical room and Alexia is already there, talking about her knee with one of the physios. She looks over in question, Ingrid pushes me forward while Keira explains everything to the doctor. Who explains for me to eat a proper meal and drink some actual water. Before going to bed to get actual sleep.

Alexia is fuming, muttering many curse words and dragging me out of there. We get our stuff and give my keys to Mapi who nods at the plan of getting my car back home.

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We walk through the door and Alexia guides me to the couch.

“I have had enough of this. We need to set some rules ok? You are 16 in a foreign country, you can’t go around to other countries when you fucking feel like it. I don’t care if you didn’t do anything bad but I can’t have you out of this city without me. Got it? As for the night driving, we’ll set a curfew and I expect you to be back by a certain time and you won’t be able to leave until a certain time. I told your parents I’d watch out for you but you are seriously making it hard for me to live up to that.”

“Sorry Ale.” She shakes her head.

“I’m not doing this with you right now. I’m going to make you a proper meal, you will drink 1 litre of water then you are heading straight to bed. No phone, no xbox, nothing until I deem you can be trusted. Am I clear?” I nod, feeling like I was 12 again.

“You might think this is excessive but I care about you. I want you to be safe, I need you to be safe. So please, make it easier for both of us.” Shes pleading now and it makes me feel bad, tears brim at the edge of my eyes and she sits down next to me.

“Amorcita, don’t cry. Por favor.” She rubs my thigh.

“I’m sorry Ale, I didn’t mean to. The night drives just lessen my anxiety about some things, you know. Like therapy.”

“I know, but you can speak to me about it any time if you feel you’re spiraling. Anyone on the team. Don’t do stupid things to get us to notice. Just talk I’m always here.” I sob into her arms, I can feel all the anger she has fade.

“Thanks, this means so much. Again I’m sorry.” She shakes her head.

“Don’t be, but I would like to know why you travelled to England to watch a movie, don’t you hate England?” This has me laughing.

“I mean… I do but in Spain it’s either gonna be in Spanish or have subtitles and I wanted it in English without.” She laughs softly.

“Of course, now how do you feel about Chicken Burgers for dinner? With potato gems.” I nod my head. She gets up and walks into the Kitchen starting to make the food.

Maybe I can start trying, and maybe I am truly cared about more than I thought. This team 🫶.

A/N: I LOVE SICKFICS I HAD TO. if you see any sickfic requested, i probs requested it lol

[esmedelacroix]

"I hate it when you lie"

husband!miguel x f!reader ♡

10 Things I Hate About You ← mini-series masterlist

"I hate the way you're always right," ← previous part

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Miguel had been working later nights than usual. When you asked him about it he said that the recruits had him busy with getting them assimilated in the Spider Society.

You were missing him during the day and were surprisingly on your writing schedule. So you decided to pay him a visit and give him the opportunity to see his beautiful wife.

After saying hi to everyone and giving the book club a teaser of your upcoming book. You finally went to Miguel's office after hearing he was back from a mission you never would have thought you would see Justine with him there playing nurse.

When Miguel saw you walk in he immediately sat up and his face lightened up. "Hi baby," he sighed as he gestured for Justine to stop working on the cut across his chest.

"Hi," you replied, giving him a strained smile.

"Justine, I can take it from here if you want to get something to eat," you said.

"Ugh, whatever," she hissed, stomping away and rolling her eyes.

"Thank you for being nice, I'm sorry about her behavior," he said as he pulled you closer to him, grabbing you by your waist.

"Yeah," you breathed out as you picked up some gauze for his cut.

"What's wrong mami?" Miguel asked, his hands sliding down to your hips.

"I just miss you, I hate to see you get hurt all the time. I worry about you," you admitted.

"Ay cariño, take a seat please, talk to me," he cooed as he pulled the chair that Justine had been sitting in previously. He took both of your hands in his and patiently waited for you to speak.

"Miguel, I've just been missing you, I promise that's all," you assured.

"Okay, promise me nothing else is wrong?" he asked.

"Promise," you said as he kissed your forehead.

"How about you get home and I'll get done with work here and we can watch a movie together," he suggested.

"That sounds great," you replied, trying not to smile too hard. You were so happy that he would be coming home earlier.

. . .

It had been 3 hours and 4 text messages since you got home from Spider Society and Miguel still wasn't home. You had popcorn setup that was now cold and stale and drinks that were finished off by you when you realized 5 minutes into midnight that he wasn't coming home on time.

He would probably creep in at 2 am and apologize in the morning like he did after every missed date. You could blame him; he was probably in another universe saving the world. But he never really had an issue with you calling him on missions they were usually pretty easy for him.

So you called him and he picked up after a while of letting it ring. "Hi cariño, I'm so sorry I wasn't keeping track of time," he apologized. Small sniffles and giggles could be heard faintly on the other end of the line.

"That's okay, are you working on something?" you asked as you put snacks away with him on the speaker.

"Yeah, it randomly got kind of busy," he replied. Another sniffle could be heard.

"Hey this might sound weird but are you with someone right now?" you asked. Long silence on his end.

"No," he replied. Long silence on your end.

"Okay, I'm tired, I'm going to bed," you said. You hung up a bit too fast, cutting him off.

. . .

Why would he lie if he wasn't doing something wrong? You asked yourself as you got in your sheets and scrolled on your phone before bed. You got a notification from Hobie. He sent you a story on Instagram. Justine's story. Justine's story of her playing video games in Miguel's office, with his arm in the corner of the photo.

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Unwanted Cuddles

Sturniolo Little sister (SLS) x The Sturniolo Triplets

Warnings: nore

SLS/N's POV

As a 17-year-old high schooler, I understand how it's kinda weird to cuddle with your brother. But Matt is different.

Matt has always felt like my safe spot. He's always there when I need him, and will never say no to some cuddles. That's why I always gravitate towards him.

Matt and I got to hang out all day, and it's been so much fun. I got to ride with him to get breakfast, help with laundry, and some other things he normally does.

Now, we were watching our second movie of the afternoon. I was snuggled up next to Matt, holding his hand between us as we watched.

"I need to run to the bathroom really quick," Matt says, pulling our hands apart. I felt kind of disappointed by the loss of contact. I pause the movie as he gets up.

He walks out of the room and I sit on the bed and wait till he gets back.

Matt's POV

I lied.

I didn't need to go to the bathroom. I just needed a little space from my sister.

I walked down to the kitchen where Nick and Chris were. I rubbed my head, trying to get rid of all the overwhelming aspects of being an older brother.

"What up, Matt?" Nick asks, seeing my current state of distress. Chris looks up at me too as I start to ramble,

"I don't know how much more of this I can take! She's all over me all the time!" I run my hand through my hair frustratedly.

I feel bad for talking behind SLS/N's back, but I had to let this emotion out before I snapped.

I walked to the fridge, grabbing a Pepsi before walking back to my bedroom with my sister.

SLS/N's POV

What is taking him so long? I thought, standing up and peeking down the hallway.

The bathroom light was off and the door was open. No, Matt.

I walk the rest of the way down the hallway, just short of the kitchen, hearing loud voices.

"...don't know how much more of this I can take! She's all over me all the time!" Matt says.

I feel the tears well up in my eyes and a throbbing sensation build in the back of my throat, knowing he's talking about me.

I scramble back to the room when I hear him start to walk back. I wipe the tears from my face, staring blankly at the wall, showing no emotion. I pull my knees up to my chest and stay like that as Matt walks in.

"You ready? Press play," he said, laying back down next to me and opening the blankets for me to climb in.

I was tempted, but I said put, pretending not to see his gesture.

-

Not long after, I was tired of the attention building in the room and was excited the movie was over. I stood up and quietly began to walk out of Matt's room, before he stopped me, and asked,

"Where you going?"

"I don't know yet. I'm kinda tired." I lie, really just wanting to get away from him. I walk out, deciding to go downstairs to Chris’s room. I knock on the door and hear a soft “come in” from him.

He’s lying on his bed, typing away at his computer. Probably making video ideas or topics for the pod. I walk over to his bed and sit, bringing my knees to my chest.

"c'mere sweet girl." He says opening his arms, knowing exactly what I want.

I go to him and wrap my arms around his torso, sitting between his legs.

We talked briefly about car video ideas, new vlogs, and possible podcast topics. I always love helping my brothers with videos, just even if I'm not in them. We joked and laughed together until we got a group text from Nick, saying,

I made popcorn 😈 let's watch a movie!

Chris and I jumped up to head to the living room, bringing our blankets and pillows with us.

-

When we got to the living room, Nick already had everything all setup. Matt was laid on the short part of the movie, scrolling through his phone. He looked up when he saw me, dropped his phone, and then opened his arms for me to come and lay with him.

"Hey, sis." He said. I completely went around him and sat next to Nick instead, saying "hi", and ignoring his gesture. He dropped his hands and went back to his phone.

I was still sitting between Chris and Nick, about halfway through the movie, when I began to feel tired. I felt myself dozing off, resting my head on Nick's shoulder and falling asleep fast.

Matt's POV

I saw SLS/N had fallen asleep on Nick's shoulder. When Chris and I were done picking up, I walked over to Nick and SLS/N. I bend down to pick her up, but Nick stops me.

"I can get her, I'm gonna stay here for a little anyway."

I nod, saying goodnight, then head off to bed, kinda sad that I didn't get to be with SLS/N. -

-

I woke up very late this morning, around 11:30. I came downstairs to see Nick working on his comperter at the table, while Chris and SLS/N sat a the other end, playing a board game.

That's our thing.

I quickly brush it off and head into the kitchen to make something to eat. It was my fault anyway, I was the one who woke up late.

Nick and Chris said good morning, but SLS/N stayed silent, still studying the game board. I walk over to them and sit, watching them. Chris made a horrible move, and SLS/N was ready to pounce on him, taking the lead.

" Oh Nice one sis!" I say as Chris was sent about 10 spaces backwards. She just hums in response, not meeting my eyes as Chris yells out a string of curses and moves his piece.

-

Around half an hour later, Chris got up and ran upstairs.

"Time for my morning shit!" He announces. I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Fuck I forgot my flash drive," Nick said, not shortly after, getting up and running up the stairs. I see SLS/N begin to get up, walking into the kitchen.

Might as well take my chance, I thought, getting up after her.

SLS/N's POV

I got up quickly after Nick, trying to avoid the awkwardness of sitting in silence with my brother.

I pour myself a glass of orange juice, grabbing a piece of leftover toast from this morning. I turn around and bump into what feels like a brick wall, but find out it's Matt.

Great.

"Okay, you and I both know something wrong, and I would like to talk about it please." He says, crossing his arms over his chest and blocking me in the kitchen.

"Oh so now you're ready to spend time with me? Even when I 'sent you over the edge' last time?" I say sarcastically, making air quotes with my fingers.

"You heard that?" His face softens at my words, everything coming back to him now.

"Yup," I say, crossing my own arms and giving him a glare.

He sighs, eyes scrunched in concentration as he thinks of what to say.

"Listen SLS/N, I'm really sorry. I shouldn't have snapped about you like that behind your back. I just got overwhelmed and took it out on you. I'm sorry and there was no excuse for that." He says.

I can't help but smile. He pulls me into a hug and I immediately hug back, wrapping my arms around his torso, my head kind of in his stomach due to the height difference.

"I love you, Matt," I tell him.

"I love you too Kiddo."

Boo Ya! Sorry, it was posted a little later than normal! I had a soccer practice.

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You tell them your hypersexual

Pairing::ot8 x fem!hypersexual!reader

Warnings::suggestive/nothing really happens just talk of some sex

A/N:: so today is my birthday and I wanted to write smth kinda special for it and it hit me. I'm hypersexual and I can NEVER find fanfics with hypersexual readers. Maybe I'm just stoopid but I can't find any 😭😭😭

☎️Bangchan☎️

you sat in between chan's legs as you played video games together. He softly patted your head as you shared information about your games to each other. There was then a moment of silence. This was the perfect time to tell him what was on your mind. 

After a year of dating bangchan you still haven't told him you're in fact hypersexual and it will definitely affect your relationship further. You took a deep breath and started to speak but bangchan had the same idea. You both started talking at the same time and both stopped at the same time. Chan giggled before telling you to "Go ahead," but you refused. "Go on, you know you can tell me anything baby," he said, kissing your head. 

"It's just kind of…serious. It'd ruin the cute moment." You chuckled awkwardly.

"No dear, if you want to tell me, tell me. I'll always listen to you dear." He said with another kiss to your head. His words made your heart melt. 

"Okay," you said before taking a deep breath. "I'm hypersexual…" you awaited a response from him.

"Really?" He said in his Australian accent and you nodded. "Wow, I had no idea," he giggled and you chuckled shyly. "Let me know if you ever need help um," he cleared his throat "feeling relief," he said before laughing lightly and you laughed too. "But seriously whatever you need I will help you with." He said before he snuggled his nose in the crevasse of your neck making you laugh.

🌸Lee Know🌸

"Minho," you called out his name as he practiced dancing in the dance room at the JYP building. 

"Yes?" He said as he took a break to get some water and sit down.

"Can I tell you something really important…" you said as you squeezed your thighs together. 

"Yeah, go for it," he said before he slurped water out of his straw.

"But take it seriously," 

"I will, I will." He reassured you as he scooted closer to you. Putting his hand on your thigh to rub it comfortingly. 

"I'm hypersexual." You stated and he choked on his water. He looked up at you with wide eyes. 

"Really?" Minho said as he wiped up some of the mess he made with his water. You nodded anxiously. "Are you telling me this because you're horny right now?" He said inching closer.

"W-what no!" You did not expect him to say that. He then pinned you to the floor with force.

"Don't lie~" he cooed as his lips went to your shoulder. "Your always horny for me~"

🌹Changbin🌹

"Changbin? Can I talk to you for a minute?" You said as Changbin came around the corner of the kitchen. 

"Sure, what's up?" He said, setting the popcorn down on the table in front of you. He sat down next to you and felt your energy move to himself. "What's wrong sweetie? You look upset!" He said calmly as he rubbed your back.

"It's kinda stupid but-"

"No, no, nothing is stupid. If it's making you feel like this then it's Hella important to me." He stated firmly making you smile. He was like your knight in shining Armour. Always protecting you and making you feel safe.

"I'm hypersexual." 

His jaw dropped into an O shape and his eyes widened. "Oh?" He thought about what you said. "We haven't even had actual sex yet?" 

"Not so loud! The members are still awake!" You said covering his mouth. 

"Sorry," he said before bringing his own hand to his mouth. You released your tense hands off of his mouth. "Alright, the movie can wait. Tell me everything. How does it work? How is it different from being turned on all the time? Can something trigger it? Tell me it all."

💫Hyunjin💫

You lay in Hyunjins arms after just having sex. He had been saying how much he loves you for the past, at least 20 minutes but you had yet to reply. 

"Is something wrong baby?" He said before kissing your forehead and looking you in the eyes. 

"I feel guilty," you said looking down, away from his eyes.

"Why?" He said innocently as he looked up at you. 

"I suppose I should've told you this sooner…" you mumbled to yourself as his eyes looked at you with worry. "I'm hypersexual." You stated as you awaited an answer. 

"What does that mean," he said blankly and you giggled. The energy in the room changed with such a simple reply.

"It's hard to explain with words. It's basically an uncontrollable urge to have sexual contact more than the average person and it affects you physically and mentally," 

He seemed quite intrigued by your explanation. 

"Interesting…" he thought to himself "is it genetic?" He asked.

"There is not too much research on the disorder but some professionals believe it could be related or make you more prone to getting it," you explained further.

"So you don't just have it when you're born?" He seemed confused and you giggled at his expression.

"Nope, it's developed through many different things, sexually related trauma, depression, BPD, ADHD, anxiety, so on,"

Hyunjin kept asking you more and more questions to be sure he understood everything you were going through.

"I'm so happy we can talk about things like this," he smiled warmly at you as his hands played with your hair. "I love you," he said softly.

"Love you too," you said in a sleepy voice.

💋Han💋

Han held you in his arms as he peppered kisses all over your cheek but in doing so he hit one spot of your neck that was extra sensitive and you let out a croaked moan. Jisung stopped and looked up at you in shock while you just covered your face in humiliation. 

"Did you like that?" He chuckled but you didn't reply. You just kept your face buried in your hands. "Babe? Is something wrong?" He said gently grasping your wrist. 

"I always feel so guilty." You uttered out and Han looked at you with confusion.

"Guilty about what?" He said as he set his chin on your shoulder. 

"I'm hypersexual and I just couldn't find the right time to tell you. I keep asking for you to finger me, give me oral, everything and I just feel bad for constantly turning every moment with you into sex." You confessed and Jisung was shocked.

"You never told me you were hypersexual all this time?" He said as he rubbed your arm.

"Yeah…" you sighed.

"Babe it's okay! I really don't mind, whatever my baby needs alright?" He said now stradling you and you nodded your head in response. "You have a disorder and there's not really anything you can do about it, so just relax. Whenever you want me I'm here,"

🍬Felix🍬

You and Felix had been talking about fun facts about yourselves for the past at least hour. Funny stories, facts about your parents, scars you have etc and during this entire chat you wanted to tell him you were hypersexual. See the problem is, you have no idea how he'll reply. You decided to suck it up and tell him. After he finished your story you mumbled out "Felix?"

He looked up at you with some concern considering your tone of voice "yes?" Yongbok said as he leaned closer to you with those big doe eyes of his.

"I have something kind of important to tell you," you said as you crossed your legs and faced Felix on the couch. 

"O-Okay…" he seemed kind of nervous. Based on the look in his eyes he seemed to be thinking that he did something to upset you.

You took a deep breath and confessed "I'm hypersexual." 

He stared back at you before a great sigh escaped his lips. "Thank god," Felix put his hand up to his chest and threw his head back. You looked at him in confusion.

"You do know hypersexuality is a disorder right?" You giggled lightly. His behavior changed the mood in the room immensely. 

"Yes but I thought I did something wrong!" He shouted, making you both laugh. "But seriously it's fine. Whenever, whatever you need me I'm here," he smiled before tackling you in tickles.

✨️Seungmin✨️

"What time is it?" Seungmin questioned as he rolled over to face you. You and Seungmin had just binge watched a K-drama together and now that you're in bed neither of you can catch a wink of sleep.

"9:13" you replied and rolled over to face him. You gently pushed back his hair to look at his face fully. You placed a kiss on his forehead and in return he gave you a little :> smile.

You giggled and he asked "what? What'd I do?"

"You're just so cute," you said, pinching his cheeks softly and he grumbled. You crawled over to him and wrapped your body around his like a koala on a tree. He seemed a little shocked at your sudden movement but he snuggled right back into you, burying his face just below your shoulder. "Seungmin," you called out his name softly in the blue lit room.

"Yes baby?" He hummed.

"I know now isn't the best time but, can I tell you something?" You said as you cling to him tighter. 

"Sure," he seemed unfazed, he usually is when it comes to serious talk. He takes you seriously but he just keeps a poker face 90% of the time.

"I'm hypersexual…" you said awkwardly. 

"What does that mean," he chuckled a little and you giggled back and let him go to look him in the eyes.

"It's a disorder that affects me mentally and physically. It essentially makes me uncontrollably horny a lot of the time and can be triggered by the simplest of things." You explained a little shyly.

"Oh…is it painful at all?" He asked seemingly very curious.

"Kind of, you know how it feels to be edged? Like you're just about to cum and then your partner stops?" You tried to give him a good example to imagine.

"Yes. Unfortunately I do know thanks to you-"

"Haha," you fake laughed, "picture feeling like that all the time. That's how I feel," you attempted to explain. 

"Oh…that's difficult." He thought to himself. 

"Yeah it's frustrating," you laughed.

"I feel bad for you…" He said biting the inside of his cheek and you just shrugged. "I'll never tease you again. Anytime you want, notify me and I'll assist you,"

🧋I.N 🧋

You sat in your bath relaxing with some calming music and reading. Recently you found this new series and it's got you hooked. You peacefully watched the words dancing among the pages as the fresh scent of bubble bath filled your senses. Suddenly you heard the door swing open. 

"Um hello?" You called out into the bathroom.  A frightened Jeongin replied "so I may or may not have looked through your diary…" he said really fast.

"What!" You said slamming your book down.

"But that's not what's important. I found one page that said you were hypersexual!" He panicked in a cracked voice. "Do you have an STD!!!" He shouted.

"What!? Jeongin, what are you talking about?" You laughed hysterically. He opened the curtain or your bathtub to reveal his pale face.

"Did I give you an STD!?" He wailed and you laughed at him. Out of breath you hushed him.

"No, no what ever gave you that idea?" You laughed.

"The members said it was an STD!" He said pointing to your diary that was wide open.

"No, Jeongin, they're teasing you." You said with a wave of your hand. 

"What…" he said with a dumbfounded expression.

"Hypersexual is a disorder I have," you chuckled as you heard the members outside the door giggling. Jeongin spun around to look at them.

"You little-!" He growled at them as they came around the corner. A mischievous collab of Lee know, Han, and Hyunjin. That's when Jeongin realized they could see your naked figure and covered you with his body. "Get out!" He shouted with a voice Crack and a red face.

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hello! can i request wayv xiaojun vanilla sex? thank you so much <3

Hello 👋🤭

Vanilla Xiaojun? You got it! This blog needs more vanilla sex. As per my own definition in this post, I define vanilla as "Sweet, plain, innocent or inexperienced sex". I hope this story is what you wanted 😊😘

One-shot #8 (requested): Your crush on best friend Xiaojun (WayV) finally leads to sex during movie night

Celebrity: WayV Xiaojun

Content: Sweet/cute, Missionary, Fingering/Eating pussy

Type of Sex: VANILLA

Word Count: 6.2k

This is the 8th story in my Mixed One-shots series with smut about k-pop and non-kpop celebrities.

You've been friends with Xiaojun for quite some time. You've always been interested in more, and you think he's been flirting with you too. But you've never had a boyfriend and don't know how to handle the situation. For something to happen between you, he would have to be the one to take the first step. And God knows, you've been desperately hoping that he will.

You return to your room with a bowl of popcorn in hand. “Goodnight,” you reply to your parents in the hallway, as they get ready to sleep. “Yes, I promise! Just a few more rounds then we're done.”

Xiaojun is lounging on your bed with a video game controller in his hand, fully focused on TV screen at the foot of the bed. You put the bowl on the bedside table and sit down beside him.

“It's late. I should go,” he says and pauses the game.

“No,” you reply.

“One more round?” he asks.

“No,” you repeat. “I need a break. A movie?”

“You heard your parents though.”

“Yes. We don't need to finish it tonight.”

Xiaojun turns to look at you. “Alright,” he says and smiles. “Your house, your rules.”

Half a movie is not what you had promised your parents and you know it, but surely they'll be fine with it. Xiaojun is your best friend after all. You're not tired, it's not the first time Xiaojun stays late, and you certainly don't want him to go home yet.

Xiaojun hands you the controller. You find the app of choice and begin to scroll through the selection. He always lets you choose. Even though you always ask if he's OK with your suggestion, he never says no. It's almost annoying.

Xiaojun scoots down on the bed, leans back and puts an arm behind his head. His other hand is resting on the mattress behind you. You're sitting up straight, and while you focus on finding a movie to watch, he begins to stroke your back.

You can almost feel his eyes upon you. A piercing, thrilling sensation as he gently touches you.

“This one?” you ask and turn to look at him. The touch is new. You like it. You can hardly think straight.

“Sure,” he says and smiles.

You start the movie and find a pillow to fluff behind you. As you lean into it, Xiaojun's arm gets stuck under you. The fact that he didn't move it surprises you. His presence and closeness generates a wonderful but scary atmosphere in the room, a tension that makes your heart beat a little faster.

“Too loud,” you say and suddenly reach for a remote on the bedside table. Partly because your parents are just a few doors away, but also because the presence of Xiaojun's arm is making you neverous.

You turn down the volume, return the remote, and find yourself wondering: has Xiaojun removed the arm and hand? Was it an accident that he let you lie down on him? Did he perhaps want to touch you, and if so, what does that mean?

You secretly hope that he's still there. You desperately want him to be. But you feel certain that he's not, and you imagine that he's scooted over and folded his hands on his stomach, the way he usually does when you're watching something together. God, you want to be close to the man so bad.

You move down on the bed to match Xiaojun's position, and slowly lay down beside him. The movie has stated, the popcorn are ready and waiting, but you don't care about any of that.

To your surprise, the hand hasn't moved at all. Xiaojun has been laying perfectly still behind your back, equally nervously while awaiting your return and reaction.

You find yourself rolling into his arms. He actually pushes your waist as if he wants you to move closer to him.

You stare wide-eyed at he TV. Your head rests on Xiaojun's shoulder, and you feel his hip press against your side. The whole thing feels great, and you wonder why you haven't laid like this before.

You actually get quite comfortable. The position is cozy, and after a few minutes you get used to it. Your heartbeat steadies and you even manage to pay attention to the movie playing by your feet. You reach for some popcorn without getting up, and smile to yourself as you chew them. You could get used to this.

Little do you know, however, that Xiaojun absolutely cannot focus. Well, he can, but only one thing: you, your body, how it makes him feel the way you lie close to him, and how excited he is that you haven't removed his arm around your shoulder. He's totally extatic to find himself in this position with you.

His arm is, however, starting to fall asleep. And, he wants to be closer to you still. So ten minutes into the movie he rolls toward you.

He moves his arm up and you raise your head to free him. He puts the arm in the space under your neck. Simultaneously, he rests his leg on top of yours, and puts his other hand gently on your stomach. He wants to see your reaction, if perhaps this time you'll stop him.

You're afraid to look at him, but stopping him is the last thing you want to do. Xiaojun's repositioning takes only a second, but it abruptly pulls you away from the movie. You're suddenly on full alert, all of your senses focused on Xiaojun beside you, and what his next move might be.

Xiaojun is relieved that you aren't discouraging him. It makes him feel braver, more committed to you rather than the movie, which he didn't care much for to begin with.

He caresses your stomach over your shirt. You lay there mesmerized, completely consumed by the situation. It doesn't take long before he pulls your shirt up slightly, and his fingers touch your bare skin for the first time.

The action makes you freeze. You lay stiff, unable to move, more nervous than ever before. Does all this mean what you think it means, or are you totally over-thinking the whole thing?

Xiaojun becomes more daring still. He reaches further inside your shirt, and he rolls completely on his side, pressing his whole body tighter against yours.

Instinctively and to your own regret, you roll on your side with your back toward him. You want him to touch you so bad, but the emotions rushing through your body are new, and you've never been in this situation before. You don't know what to do with any of it.

Xiaojun is surprised when your body turns away from him, and he can't help but wonder if he's pushed you too far already. Maybe you don't want this at all but are too afraid to say no. Still, he wants you so bad, and he doesn't want to stop.

He's hard. So hard, but afraid to show it to you. All he wants is to touch every bit of you, run his fingers over your bare skin, feel your naked body against his, rub his solid dick against you, and kiss your neck and lips without any worry.

But he can't. You haven't given him permission to. He hopes but doesn't know if you want the same thing, and so he takes his time to explore and figure out your boundaries.

It doesn't take long, however, before his hand has reached your chest. His fingers brush against your bra, and with each passing minute they venture a little higher. Soon enough, he's cupping your boobs, with an arm tightly wrapped around your body, squeezing and pressing you harder against his own chest and groin.

This is a turning point. He's touching a very sensitive area, one no ordinary friend is allowed to touch. You aren't stopping him, and you certainly don't want him to stop. The fact that you're letting him touch you like this says something, but he can't be quite sure if you really want this, and for that reason it's as far as he'll go.

Actually, that not entirely true. He does one more thing which sends sparks flying through your body. While rubbing his hand all over your front inside the shirt, he occasionally rocks his hips back and forth, pressing his groin harder against your ass. Gradually, he's less and less afraid that you will feel what's hiding in his pants.

After the third time he does this, you're convinced that he has a boner poking at your ass cheeks. Despite being afraid to do anything about it, it turns you on enormously.

Simultaneously, you suddenly feel a great sensation on your neck. Xiaojun begins to kiss it gently, sending shockwaves through your body. It feels absolutely amazing, the way he holds you, touches you, breathes down your neck and kisses your skin.

You haven't focused on the movie for half an hour. Slowly, you're starting to realize things on your own. You may lack experience, but it's obvious even to you that Xiaojun is interested in more than just being your friend.

You lay like this for quite a long time, spooning while Xiaojun feels and kisses you softly. The movie has passed the half way mark when things finally escalate.

Xiaojun should long since have gone home, and you wonder if your parents are still awake. But when his hand moves from your bare stomach to your breasts for the millionth time, and he wraps his leg tighter around yours while pressing his whole body against you once again, your brain finally catches up.

Without thinking, you suddenly turn to face your friend. You do a one-eighty and your faces almost touch. You're afraid to look him in the eye, but your noses brush together. His hand inside your shirt moves from your chest and stomach to your back.

The change of position does something to Xiaojun. He moves his hand higher and grabs your shoulder, causing your shirt to slide higher up your body. He looks at you with lust and anticipation, and when you open your eyes and meet his gaze, you instinctively move in to kiss him on the lips.

It feels incredible. You've wanted to do this for so long. You've worried about it, about how it would work and how you could make it happen, but now it comes naturally to both of you.

The kiss leads to a make-out session. Xiaojun's hand moves up and down your back, and occasionally over your ass and thighs. He's feeling you up, taking you in, and the soft kisses make you feel both weak and empowered at the same time. It's your dream come true, and you can't describe how good it makes you feel inside.

Xiaojun too is extatic. He can hardly belive that he gets to touch and make out with you, the girl he's desired for so long. He's harder than ever but still afraid to show it, until eventually he decides it's time to just go for it. If you want to stop him, he will.

In a sudden move he rolls onto you, gently pushing you on your back while climbing on top of your body. Your lips remain engaged and you instinctively spread your legs, while you wrap your arms around his back and shoulders.

Xiaojun immediately starts to rock his body back and forth. His lustful movements make your bodies move as one, as his groin pushes your ass deep into the mattress, and you bounce back up each time he lifts his ass.

You let out a soft moan. He doesn't know it yet, but you're so wet for the man, eager to feel more of him.

Now it's your turn to touch his bare body for the first time. Your hand catches the bottom of his shirt, and effortlessly slides inside it. You caress his lower back, and feel the seams of his pants. If only he knew how badly you want to rip his clothes off, and let him do things to you that you haven't even imagined before.

Your own shirt is up to your neck, and Xiaojun is repeatedly squeezing your breasts over the bra. The grander his humping motions become, the higher up you pull his shirt too.

When it's up to his neck and his bare chest presses against your boobs, he suddenly sits up straight between your legs to take the shirt off. You open your eyes wide and watch eagerly as the man exposes himself to you.

He's slim but soft, has a small tummy and flat chest. It's the first time you see a shirtless man this close, and it does things to your body.

Xiaojun quickly comes back down over you, and starts to kiss your cheeks and neck. For the first time, you feel his naked upper body in your arms. If only he knew how badly you've wanted to get this far, and how often you've dreamed of this moment. It feels so much better than you've ever expected.

Xiaojun too is eager and horny. He rapidly pulls your shirt over your neck, and you raise your head and upper back to help him take it off completely. For a brief moment, he glances down to take in the view of your naked waist and shoulders.

His groin presses harder between your thighs when he stretches his arms and pushes his body high above yours. You meet each other's eyes and both burst out in big smiles.

His smiling face is a relief. It's finally completely clear to both of you that you both want this, and it's only a matter of figuring out just how far you're willing to go.

Xiaojun is first to explore that limit further. He reaches down with a hand between your legs, to your pants where he pushes his fingers inside the seams. He feels the outskirt of your pussy inside your panties, and the touch sends a shock wave through your body.

You instinctively arch your back and hold your breath. He doesn't hesitate to let the fingers venture inside. He starts to pleasure you with his tips while towering over you, making little circles around your folds, before the fingers slide all the way into your hole.

They immediately become lubricated by your fluids. The natural lube makes the penetration easy, as he sticks his fingers so deep he can't reach any further.

They rub your insides as he explores the vast space of your pussy. Your eyes are closed, but you occasionally open them out of curiosity. You immediately close them when you meet Xiaojun's eyes towering above your head.

He has his mouth wide open. He's almost drooling from the corner of his lips. His hip and ass are raised high to give his hand space, but you can still feel his body press against your legs and sides. It's an amazing experience.

While Xiaojun is fingering your clit, your hands rest on his naked upper body, gently and occasionally moving on their own. You feel his hot chest, stomach, waist and back with the palms of your hands.

Every now and then you slowly roll your ass. It's an instinctive move which helps him get a deeper penetration.

Eventually, you touch his ass over his pants, then trace the seams to the front. You find a button and undo it, then pull down the zipper that covers his hard cock.

Xiaojun loves that you've taken this initiative. He experiences an immense pleasure when his crotch is released from the tight grip of his pants. The outline of his boner is clear through his underwear, which becomes obvious to you when you touch it for the first time.

This – the way you're undressing him – is what eventually tips Xiaojun over the edge. He suddenly climbs off you and rolls on his back, where he lifts his ass to pull the pants down. It's a gamble, it might be too far for your comfort, but he's willing to take the risk.

He's suddenly down to only his underwear, which surprises you. He becomes aware that you're laying motionless beside him, looking at his body, and he can sense that you might be having second thoughts.

“Is this okay?” he asks.

“Yes,” you reply. You want to say so much more, but what words could possibly describe what you feel and want in this moment.

Xiaojun rolls on his side while you're on your back, and starts to undo your pants too. You smile at each other and giggle when they become loosened. He half way sits up and pulls them down your ass and hips. Encouraged by the fact that you're still not saying no, he slides them all the way down your legs, where you quickly kick them off your feet.

You're suddenly both in your underwear, laying exposed side by side, wondering how you got so luck to have come this far.

Xiaojun leans in and kisses you deeply. He touches your naked body gently, and when he reaches your breasts he dares to ask the question: “Wanna take it off?”

It's a very soft-spoken, gentle request. There's a hint of uncertainty in his voice. But there doesn't need to be, as you've wanted to take your bra off since the first time Xiaojun's fingers brushed against it, nearly an hour ago.

You sit up and reach behind your back. You let the bra straps glide down your shoulders. You cover your chest with your arm, but after a moment's hesitation remove it to let the bra fall off completely.

Xiaojun can hardly contain himself. He smiles wide and immediately reaches out to touch your naked body when you present it to him. You lay back down on your back, and he instantly falls in to kiss your breasts.

His lips jump around the nipples. He sticks his tongue out and sucks, while massaging the boob he currently doesn't have his face attached to.

Then he moves on to the space between the breasts. He plants his soft lips in new and exciting places every time they change position, places no one has ever kissed you before.

He sits up on his knees and moves down, to your rib cage, stomach and just above your belly button. As his head moves down your body his hands follow, gliding lovingly against your sides.

When he reaches the area just above your vagina and pantie line, the hands catch up. He digs his fingers under the seams and pulls, slowly bringing your last piece of clothing down over your ass and thighs.

When they're over your knees and he has free access to all of you, his lips make little jumps across the insides of your thighs, until they reach the area between your legs.

He kisses your folds and sticks out his tongue. It plays around the outskirt of your vagina, until the tip of it reaches in and licks your folds.

You spread your legs wide and grab the man by the head. You run your fingers through his hair while he pleasures you, and now it's your turn to produce saliva that accumulates in the corner of your mouth.

You had never imagined you would be in this position when you said goodnight to your parents and returned to the room with popcorn.

At some point – you've lost track of time and have no idea how long it's been – Xiaojun grows weary of licking your clit. He suddenly moves up, climbing between your legs, pressing his body down on yours with such lust it squeezes your juices out of your vagina.

His hard dick is still constrained by his underwear. You start to make out, but while you're enjoying all of his exposed body you make no effort to go all the way. The nervous feeling from before suddenly returns, as you realize that you might be about to lose your virginity.

“Condom?” Xiaojun suddenly asks.

You think for a moment. The question has taken you by surprise. You haven't thought this far ahead.

“Ehm, maybe not,” you eventually reply.

Xiaojun takes your rejection well. “Okay,” he says and smiles, then returns to kissing your lips, touching your boobs, and rocking his hips and ass up and down between your legs.

It was not the response you actually wanted to give him. It was the one that felt easiest. It doesn't take long before you regret your decision, and Xiaojun's positive and understanding reaction has helped to make you more comfortable with the situation.

“Alright,” you say after a few minutes. “Do you have a condom?”

Xiaojun's face instantly lights up. He doesn't even answer, but abruptly sits up and scoots over, sliding out of bed with determination. Still in his underwear, he bends down to reach into a bag he's brought with him to the game and movie night with his friend.

He returns to the bed with a wrapped condom in hand. You look on without a hint of desire on your face, but completely excited and consumed on the inside. The possibility of penetrative sex is exciting to both of you, but oh so new to you. As much as it thrills you, you're definitely worried.

You watch as Xiaojun lies on his back beside you. He bites the condom wrapper to tear it open. He reaches down to take off his underwear, fully aware that you're probably observing him carefully and maybe seeing a live dick for the first time. He's not ashamed to reveal himself to you, only eager to get the condom in place and return to his position on top of you.

You turn on your side and lean on your elbow while he holds his dick by the root, pointing it straight up. You can't take your eyes off it. He places the silicone circle on the tip of the shaft.

“Can I?” you suddenly ask, interrupting his focused work.

Xiaojun looks up at you with delight in his eyes. “Sure,” he says and smiles wide. He suspects but doesn't know if it's the first time ever you put a condom on a man's penis.

It is, but you actually know what to do. Though it's been some years, you once got to try it in school. Of course it wasn't an actual penis, but you also have friends who have told you all about their experiences with boyfriends and sexual partners. Though everything is new and you feel nervous, you're not completely in the dark.

You sit up with your legs folded under you. You touch the cock while Xiaojun helps you by holding the root steady. You place your fingers around the silicone circle, press the tip to let the air out, then roll it down the full length of Xiaojun's solid shaft.

“Ahh,” he moans. He's so turned on he could burst right here and now. You have no idea how long he's wanted to do this. That he's finally getting to have sex with you is the realization of all of his sexual fantasies since the day you became friends.

To have your hand on his cock, naked body beside him, and to know that he will get to penetrate you any moment now, is a dream come true. His excitement is only matched by your own.

When the dick has been adequately covered Xiaojun doesn't hesitate to roll back toward you, kiss you deeply, and climb back on top of you. He immediately finds his position between your legs again, and lovingly rocks his body with the dick squeezed between your lower stomachs.

“Are you sure?” he asks while slowly gliding back and forth.

“Yeah,” you say while holding his strong arms. You're not sure what to expect, but you know that whatever happens next, you want it with all your heart.

Xiaojun, however, makes no effort to change anything to what you're already doing. He keeps humping you slowly, rubbing his dick between you. You're so hot and horny and into what you're doing that you don't think about it. But after a while the thought hits you that maybe you're the one who's meant to do something.

You could lie like this forever, naked and entangled in the sheets, Xiaojun's naked body gently resting on yours. But you know there's more, and you suddenly wonder what it should feel like. Is this it?

You're not sure for how long you lay there contemplating this, your mind switching rapidly between the pleasure of it all and your own insecurity. Your thoughts alter between Xiaojun's sexy body and how good it feels to touch, going completely blank when the lust consumes you, and becoming fully fixed on every single movement you make, worried about making any mistakes.

In reality, it hasn't been long at all before Xiaojun prepositions himself slightly, and the dick finds its way on its own. The head pokes around your folds briefly, then is pushed part way inside your vagina when he thrusts gently forward.

You weren't making much movement before, but now your body freezes up completely. You become tense and focused when you finally feel the dick stretching your lips. Xiaojun's rocking motions pushes the head deeper with each slow thrust, until it's fully engulfed and half of his shaft is inside you.

“Does it hurt?” Xiaojun asks.

The question abruptly pulls you back to the room. It does hurt a little, but you're afraid to admit it. “No,” you lie.

This relaxes Xiaojun, who rests his face next to yours on the bed and starts to move his ass a little faster.

Your arms are locked around his back. Your hands occasionally glide slightly down his spine and up again. You struggle to get fully into it again though.

You focus on the sensation of Xiaojun's dick inside you. You analyse how it feels, as you gradually loosen up and the pain goes away. It actually feels pretty nice. Then the thought of your parents suddenly return, which pulls you back out of the moment.

They're not far away, and the walls are far from sound proof. You promised them that you would only play a few more games on the Playstation. With your hands on Xiaojun's shoulders as he thrusts his dick repeatedly into you, you raise your head to glance at the TV.

The movie is over. You've been here for what, more than an hour and a half? And here you still are, in the middle of the night, losing your virginity to your crush who should have left long ago. You hope with all your heart that your parents have long since passed out and won't suspect a thing.

Your thoughts shift again, however, when Xiaojun let's out a low grunt right next to your ear. You suddenly become fully aware of what you're doing. Your focus returns to the sex you're already deeply engaged in, an activity you certainly don't want to stop now that it feels pleasurable. No parent in the world can make you, and you'll deal with the consequences later.

The sex is starting to feel pretty great even, especially conidering that it's your first time. There's something about the way Xiaojun moves, how soft and loving he is, and how slow and caring he's been throughout the whole thing. He's your friend, you want him desperately, and you're currently having him. There's nothing wrong, awkward or painful about the situation at all. The nervous feeling you've had throughout the evening has gone away completely.

You're suddenly in a bubble of sex and eroticism, as all other thoughts and feelings are shut out. You think only of Xiaojun's warm and wonderful body, on the sensation of his dick inside you, and finally your mind goes blank again. The incredible feeling of finally getting to sleep with your crush takes a complete hold of your body and mind, of all your senses, and nothing else in the world exists.

Mindless and instinctive, your hands begin to explore. They slide further up and down Xiaojun's back, taking in the intricate changes in his muscles as he moves his ass up and down. You raise your knees and feel his hands on your body as they glide down to your ass cheeks and thighs.

The pleasure between your legs intensifies. You realize that this is what sex is and what it should feel like. When you shut out the world, and Xiaojun's body and dick inside you is all that matters, you've reached the peak of how far your first time will take you.

Xiaojun, however, is not there yet. He's getting ever closer to an orgasm and you can sense the change in him when he raises his head and kisses your lips. You've had your eyes closed and he has had his face buried next to you for most of the time since he penetrated you, but when you briefly open your eyes you see how twisted his face has become. He's tensing and clutching his teeth, letting out fast but shallow breaths of air near your mouth.

When his head falls down beside you again, his hands move up your sides and reach in under your back. He grabs hold of your shoulders and uses his arms to pull the full length of your body repeatedly onto his shaft. Simultaneously, he becomes stiff and starts to move his ass faster, thrusting his dick inside you at an ever increasing pace.

You don't even care that the mattress starts shaking, and the bed slams a few times against the wall. It's the unmistakable sound of good sex, but the thought of your parents only appears in your mind for a split second.

Maybe the walls aren't that thin. They're probably already sound asleep. All the excuses you can think of rush through your head before Xiaojun can even make his next passionate push and pull into you.

He does, however, have similar worries as you do and quickly acts on them. Perhaps that's why you're able to let go of your thoughts so quickly. When the bed slams hard a third time, he stops pulling your shoulders and instead moves his ass faster.

His body freezes. All off him stays in a fixed position, except the ass which bounces up and down. In this locked position the only sounds are the gentle squeaks of the springs in the mattress and Xiaojun's low panting by your side. You used to think that these sounds were loud and a cause for concern, but now your mind doesn't even register them.

There's another change to the soundscape, however, which does catch your attention. Xiaojun's breathing suddenly stops. He appears to be holding his breath, and his grip around your shoulders hardens.

Can this be it? Is he close? How long does sex usually last? You suddenly have questions you haven't thought of before, but they go away the moment you get the answer.

At first, Xiaojun's body and rhythm doesn't change at all, but he suddenly gasps for air by your ear. He fills his lungs through fast and shallow breaths. His skin instantly feels hotter, and his dick hardens and widens inside you. Finally, he pushes hard inside you as he erupts, his entire body jolting in your arms.

You're still not quite sure if he's finished. The jolts repeat several times though, before his thrusts slow down as the muscles in his body begin to relax.

He lifts his head and kisses you on the lips again. This time, his face is not strained and twisted like before. He looks flustered. His mouth is half open, and it's like he's just spent all the energy he had.

His body weights heavy on you when it calms down, and that's the moment you realize that it is indeed over. Your hands glide down his side as you too begin to relax, and you gently hold him around the waist.

He eventually stops moving his ass altogether and suddenly bursts out in a big smile. It dawns of you that you've just experienced your first time, and your first male orgasm. It feels good, and your heart is filled with love when you see him smile down at you.

Your mind gradually returns from another world. It goes from blank to fully aware of where you are and what you've done. You return Xiaojun's kiss, but he's unable to give you more than one. His soft, wet lips remain planted on yours, just resting there with no effort to move, as the he man is completely spent.

The lips slide off your face and his head falls back beside you on the bed. You put your arms all the way around his back, and lower your knees beside him. Stretched out and wrapped in a loving embrace, you take a minute to calm down, reflect and simply enjoy the moment.

Eventually, Xiaojun raises his upper body and slowly comes off you. His slack dick slides out of your vagina and he quickly grabs it. He rolls away and sits down on his ass to remove the condom.

He has his back toward you and you can't see what he's doing, but you catch a glimpse of the tied-up and cum-filled condom when he turns and bends over to carefully lay it down on the floor.

You take the chance to touch his back and ass one last time when he leans down over the edge of the bed. When he returns, he rolls into your arms and kiss your cheek. He rests his head on your shoulder, and you smile wide to yourself.

“Did it hurt?” he asks again.

“No,” you say, a satisfied expression on your face. ”It felt good.”

It wasn't a lie at all. The sex was good, and you're immensely relieved to finally have gotten past the months of agonizing longing. Xiaojun is no longer just your friend. You can't help but wonder where things will go from here.

*****

Half an hour after he's finished, Xiaojun rolls away from you and gets out of bed. Naked, he starts looking for and collecting his clothes. You admire his fit body as he puts on his shirt and underwear.

Neither of you say a word. Occasionally, you catch each other's eyes and giggle quietly. You remain motionless and stretched out on the bed, naked and happy.

“I should go,” Xiaojun eventually whispers. You know he should, but you don't want him to.

“Okay,” you say.

When he's fully dressed he comes over to give you one last kiss on the lips. He's as happy as you are that you've finally come this far in your relationship.

“You think your parents know I'm still here?” he asks.

It's the question that has been on your mind since the sex ended. “I don't know. I'll make up some excuse if they say anything. That you wanted to keep playing because you kept losing to me or something.”

Xiaojun snickers. “As if I would lose to you,” he jokes and laughs.

He lingers near the door, looking at and admiring your naked body. Then he turns around and puts a hand on the door handle.

“See you tomorrow?” he asks.

“See you tomorrow,” you confirm and smile softly.

Then he opens the door, sticks his head out and looks around before he steps out. He leaves without another word. He carefully closes the door behind him, and the last thing you see is his adorable face smiling through the crack.

The room and house suddenly becomes completely quiet. You imagine Xiaojun as he sneaks down the stairs, puts on his shoes and leaves. You can't wait to see him again tomorrow.

Shit, you think when you suddenly realize that you need to lock the door after him. You stay in bed for another minute, until you feel sure that he's gone. Then you get out of bed, put your panties and shirt back on, and step outside.

On your way back up the stairs you hear your parent's bedroom door open. In the hallway, you meet your father and your heart skips a beat.

“Still up?” he asks and smiles at you in the dark.

“Yeah, I had to pee,” you lie.

“You had to go downstairs for that?” he asks calmly.

You don't know what to respond to that, but you don't need to say anything. Your father beats you to it.

“We'll talk about it tomorrow, okay?” he says in a loving voice.

“Okay,” you say slowly. The idea should worry you, but you actually feel quite good about it. Your first time was safe, felt good, and was with a person you trust. You know you haven't done anything wrong.

“Goodnight,” your father says before he opens the door to the upstairs bathroom.

“Goodnight dad,” you reply and smile. Then you return to your own room.

Back in bed, you stare at the ceiling and smile to yourself. Today could not have been any better.

[dahliasdance]

Friday movie nights I Robin Buckley x reader

summary: you and your brother always have a movie night on fridays. But with him gone at college you ask Robin to join you!

warnings: maybe badly written dialouge lol, barely proofread, female reader

[A/N: english isn't my first language so there might be some grammatical errors, if you spot some please point them out to me (i'd really appreicate it!). i'm not used to writing dialouge in english, so it might be badly written. this is my first fanfic so i'm learning!]

word count: 930

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Every Friday you go to Family video to rent a movie for ‘Friday movie night’. It’s been a long lasting tradition since you and your brother were kids. Every Friday you’d rent a movie and watch it whilst eating butter flavored popcorn and drinking peach flavored iced tea. It has always been that way, you never miss movie night and never have anything other than butter flavored popcorn and peach flavored iced tea. But with your brother away for college it’s up to you to keep the tradition alive. 

The first few times it was easy; you’d rent a movie at the store, go home and prepare the popcorn and iced tea and then start watching the movie. You did everything you and your brother did for the movie night but it was never as fun doing it by yourself as it was with your brother. After a while you realized that it wasn’t necessarily the movie that made you enjoy movie night, it was the company of someone you liked.

After many failed attempts to get your friends to do the movie night with you and your mom working late almost every friday you came up with an idea. You’d ask the cute girl at Family video to join you! But with you now actually standing in the aisles of the store pretending to browse through movies you start contemplating your idea since you don’t know Robin very well.

You two aren’t strangers, you and Robin share several classes in school. And every time she’s at the register when you’re checking out you guys talk. And you sometimes smile at each other in the hallways at school. So it’s not that weird to ask her to join you for a movie night? Right? No what are you thinking of course it’s weird, she’s going to think you're a creep. You being occupied with your thoughts, you fail to notice that you have caught both Robin and Steve's attention.

“Has she been staring at the same copy of E.T since she got here?” 

“Shhh, she’s gonna hear you” Robin says, scared you’re going to notice them talking about you. 

“Right” says Steve more quietly than last time. “But has she?”

“Stop judging her!”

“I’m not judging her!”

Robin ignores him and continues to rewind the VHS tapes. 

“Just go and ask her if she needs any help with picking out a movie” Steve breaks the silence. “ You can even ask her if she’s watching it with someone or if she needs company.”

After noticing a pattern with Robin wanting to be at the register each time you were going to check out, Steve figured she had a crush on you. When he asked her about it she said it wasn’t that big of a deal, it was just a small crush. But Robin knows that was a lie, it isn’t just a small crush. She gets to class early to have a chance of sitting next to you. She takes detours in school to walk past your locker just to see you. She really likes you.

“I can’t ask her that, she’s going to think I’m weird! You know I’m not good with talking to people.”

“Alright, but just go and ask her if she needs help picking out a movie.”

Robin thinks about it for a few seconds and then starts walking over to you. You, still being lost in thought, haven’t noticed Robin coming over from the register and is now standing behind you. So when she speaks you get startled and drop the movie you have been holding in your hand. Robin quickly apologizes and reaches down to pick up the movie and hands it over to you.

“Hi”

“Hi”

“I was just wondering if you needed help picking out a movie”

Embarrassed that she probably saw you staring at the same movie for the past few minutes, you just quickly nod. 

“Yeah, that’d be great” you reply. “ Do you have any recommendations?”

Robin looks around at the nearby shelves at all the different movies. She spots a movie she really likes and reaches out to grab it. Without saying any words she just hands it to you.

“Thanks?” Confused by her not saying anything you ask her the movie is about.

“Right! It’s one of my favorite movies.” She starts rambling about how much she likes the movies and what it is about without spoiling it for you. She even starts to talk about some fun facts from the production of the movie. You, noticing how much she likes this movie, decide this is the perfect moment to ask her if she wants to watch the movie with you. 

“Do you wanna watch it with me?”

“Huh?” She was too lost in her rambling of her favorite movie to hear what you said.

“Do you wanna watch it with me?”

Robin's eyes go wide and just stare at you for a few seconds. She, thinking you might regret asking her if she doesn’t reply soon, nods her head and says yes. Robin looks at the clock and announces to you that her shift ends in 20 minutes. 

“Okay, I can wait here”

During the remaining minutes of her shift she checks you out at the register and chats with you. You then drive home to your place and prepare the butter flavored popcorn and peach flavored iced tea. For the rest of the night you and Robin watch the movie while snacking on the popcorn and drinking the iced tea. ‘Friday movie nights’ are finally enjoyable for you again.

[bingbongsupremacy]

Steve or Billy?

Pairing: Billy x Reader

Type of Story: Romance

Warnings: Kinda cringe ngl. I haven't written in a while so this is bad but you gotta start somewhere.

Summary: You're in love with Steve but he's not in love with you. You end up going home with Billy but was it a mistake?

* Not Proof Read * Stranger Things Masterlist

*****

" I TOLD YOU! " You laugh as you punch Steve in the shoulder. " I knew it. You owe me five bucks. " You hold out your hand, waiting.

Steven sighs in frustration. " How do you always know? She literally had more chemistry with the fucking cactus than with Kyle. " He pulls out his wallet and hands you a five.

" I just know. " You smirk, pocketing the cash.

" You've watched this before, haven't you. " Steve narrows his eyes.

You don't answer.

" You little liar! " He gasps. " You owe me my money back! "

You jump up to run away from Steve who attempts to grab you. Popcorn spills onto the floor, which you both ignore. " I won it fair and square! "

Movie Tuesdays had been a tradition for the two of you since you were little kids. Every Tuesday you both get together with rom-com or horror flick. You were shocked to find out Steve had a secret love of romantic movies when you caught he reading the back of Harold and Maude at the video store.

Steve chases you into the pantry, cornering you with a grin. " I got you! "

" Ha! As if! " You attempt to run past him, tripping over his foot in the process. You brace yourself to hit the floor when strong arms grip you. You open you eyes to see Steve staring down at you with his eyebrows furrowed.

" Whoa, are you okay? " He asks.

Your breath catches as you realize how close you are to him. The smell of his cologne and cola fills your nostrils. You freeze for a moment before answering. " Uh...yeah. Yeah I'm fine. " This is the part in movies where the couples kiss, admiting their love. But this wasn't a movie. It was reality.

Steve steadies you before letting go, awkwardly scratching his neck.

You start to realize just how small the pantry in Steve's how really is.

" Um.." Steve begins. " Maybe we should go finish the movie? "

You nod, wanting to get out of the room. " Yeah. Here you can have this back. " You pull out the five.

Steve shakes his head with a smile, leading you out of the pantry. " I was just kidding. You can keep it. "

" Are you sure? "

" Yeah. " He nods. " You won it fair and square. "

Towards the end of the movie, Steve starts talking. " I asked Nancy out. "

Your heart sinks. Of course he did. Steve's had a crush on her for years. It was only a matter of time before he asked her out.

" Oh? " You ask, trying to keep the disappointment out of your voice. " How did that go? "

" Good. " He grins. " We're going to Hal's on Friday. "

" Wow! " You fake happiness. He didn't like you, you knew that. You'd been trying to accept that for years. You'd been trying to prepare yourself for when he finally asked someone out. You thought you could handle it, you didn't think it would hurt this much. You couldn't let him know though. Who knows what would happen to your friendship if he knew you liked him. You didn't want to ruin the amazing thing you had with your stupid feelings.

" Yeah... " He smiles. " It's all because of you. "

" What? "

" Remember when you told me to go to that party after the game on Monday? Well, Nancy was there. We kinda got a little drunk and well...I asked her out. If I hadn't gone I wouldn't have gotten the courage to ask her out. " He fondly sighs.

Of course you'd be the reason they got together. " That's awesome Steve! " You lie. " I'm so happy for you. "

You couldn't compare to Nancy. She was everything you weren't. She was a beautiful girl with a great personality. Not to mention a great body. Of course Steve likes her. Half of the school does.

By the time the credits start to roll, tears burn the back of your eyes. You'd spent the last ten minutes thinking over all the things Nancy was that you weren't. All you wanted to do was go home, curl up in a ball and cry.

You stand up. " Hey, I think I'm going to go. " You try to keep your voice even.

Steve's eyes widen in surprise. " But we still have one more movie! How am I supposed to finish all of this by myself. " He gestures to the popcorn and snacks.

You smile weakly. " I don't feel well. Sorry Stevie, I'll make it up to you, okay? " You grab your jacket.

Steve sighs and nods. " Oh okay. What's wrong? "

" My head hurts. " You lie. " I think I just need to go lay down. I'll see you at school, yeah? "

He nods. " Sure. Here let me walk you out. "

You shake your head. " It's okay. You finish the other movie. "

" Are you sure. "

" Yeah. " You nod. " Cya Steve. " With that, you walk away from the living room.

Tears stream down your cheeks are you finally make it back to your house. Why couldn't you be like Nancy? Why did Steve have to like her? Why weren't you good enough?

*****

As Nancy and Steve started dating, Steve started hanging out with you less. You still had Movie Tuesdays, but now Nancy was always there. You were never alone with Steve.

Maybe it's for the best. Maybe them getting together will help you move on.

You'd be lying if you said you didn't miss Steve. You still had him but you didn't...have him.

" Earth to Y/N. " Steve chuckles while waving a hand in front of you.

You zap back to reality, looking up from your lunch. " Huh? "

Nancy chuckles. " We were asking if you wanted to go to Carla's party with us on Saturday. Everyone's going. "

" Um sure. " You take a bite from your apple. " Sounds fun. " Sounds like torture. Watching them make out and dance is just going to remind you that Steve doesn't like you. He never will.

" Wow don't get too excited Y/N. It's just a party. " Steve teases at your lack of enthusiasm.

You roll your eyes.

He furrows his eyes in confusion at your lack of sarcastic response. " You good, Y/N? "

" Yeah. I just um, don't feel well. "

" You've been sick a lot. Have you gone to a doctor? " Steve asks with concern, all humor gone.

" It's not a big deal. Just uh, girl stuff. " You felt bad lying to Steve but you couldn't tell him the real reason you'd called off so many movie nights and why you always leave him and Nancy when you can. It was hard watching them be so...lovey.

Nancy grabs your hand with sympathy in her eye. " I'm sorry. Do you need any Aspirin? "

You shake your head. " Nah I'll survive. " Why was she so nice. It made it hard to dislike her.

You pull your hand away and stand up. " I gotta go guys. Homework calls. " You give them a small smile before walking away.

*****

You hate parties. The only reason you used to go was because Steve would drag you along. Why you're here is a mystery.

You step into the loud house, holding onto your arm nervously. So many people.

Might as well try to have fun.

You make your way over to the kitchen where people are gathered around the many alcohol bottles.

You pour yourself a cup of vodka when a gruff voice speaks up, startling you.

" Hey. "

" Fuck. " You jump, almost spilling the drink. " You scared me. " You glance up at the guy. Billy Hargrove? " Hi? "

He smirks. " You here alone? " The smell of alcohol and cigarettes heavily surrounds him.

" Yeah. Well technically no but they're a couple. " You gesture to Steve and Nancy who were sitting on a couch deeply involved in a conversation.

" Ahh. So you're a third wheel. "

You sip your cup. " Well don't make it sound so appealing. " You glance back at him. " You? "

" All alone baby. "

You cringe at the pet name. " Really? Baby? "

His eyebrow quirks. " Not one for nicknames I see. "

" Not baby at least. "

" Princess? "

You laugh in disgust. " Where'd you get your nicknames from? Pick up artist 101. I'm not a child. "

Billy frowns. " Wow, you're...something...darling? " He leans against the counter.

" Better I guess. " You finish off your first drink, scanning your options for the next.

" Ever had a Moscow Mule? " Billy asks while observing your movements.

" Moscow Mule? " You mutter.

Billy grabs a nearby bottle of soda and the rest of the vodka. He snags a lime from the counter and searches around for a knife. " Today's your lucky day. "

You roll your eyes with a smirk. " I guess so. Who knew Billy Hargrove could be...Nice. "

" Ha. " He rolls his eyes. " I'm bored. Don't mistake boredom for kindness. "

" Sure. "

When Billy finishes making the drinks, he hands you your cup. " Enjoy. "

You take a sip, immediately scrunching your face. " Damn that's strong. "

*****

" So...you're in love with a taken man. "

" Yeah. " Who knew you were a blabber mouth when you were drunk?

Billy laughs. " That sucks. "

You frown. " Wow thanks for the sympathy, man. "

Billy doesn't say anything.

You weren't expecting to have so much fun with Billy of all people. He was good listener, which you weren't expecting. He'd managed to take your mind off of Steve and Nancy until you saw them making out and ended up ranting to Billy.

A hand on your back pulls you out of your drunken thoughts.

" You know...I could help you forget him. At least for a night. " Billy whispers, his breath heating up your ear.

Was he...no he couldn't be. Was he offering to sleep with you.

You turn to him, your mouths inches apart.

He glances down at your lips, his hand slowly starting to rub your side.

God he's so hot. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, maybe not. Your heart starts to race as his hand trails up. Billy slowly leans down, pressing his lips against your.

You close your eyes, enjoying the taste of vodka on his lips.

You're not sure exactly how long you two spend making out but when Billy pulls away and stands up, holding out a hand to you, you don't hesitate to take it. He grins, leading you towards the door.

" Y/N! " A voice shouts behind you. " Where are you going? "

Steve catches up with you, glancing at Billy.

" Uh...we're leaving, duh. " You giggle. " Bye Steve. "

Steve shakes his head with a concerned expression. " With Billy, Y/N think about what you're doing. You're wasted, you're not thinking straight. You need to go home! "

You huff. " Stop Steve. You're not my fucking mom. I'm not drunk and I'm going with Billy! "

Steve grabs your arm, attempting to pull you away from Billy. " Think about it, Y/N. This is Billy we're talking about. "

" Watch it Harington. " Billy growls. " She said we're going, we're going. Let go. "

" Yeah Steve. " You spit, frustrated with your friend. " Let me go. "

Steve stares at the two of you for a minute before letting go. " I tried Y/N. You're going to regret this. " With that, he walks away.

Your heart drops slightly. You were a little mean to him, but he has to right trying to control who you do and don't go home with. Who was he to fucking tell you what to do?

" Let's go. " You grab Billy's arm.

As soon as you end up in Billy's house your start hardcore making out. You pull off your shirt and pants, trying to pull off Billys'.

" Hang on, Y/N. I gotta piss. " Billy quickly runs out of the room.

You lean back against the bed, deciding to shut your eyes for a moment. Just for a moment.

*****

You wake up with a pounding head. What happened last night?

The sound of soft breathing behind you snaps you into reality. You're not in your room. Where are you? You slowly notice the warm hand holding onto your naked waist. What the fuck?

You slowly turn over to see the owner.

Billy.

Your eyes widen as you lift up the blanket, your fears coming true.

You fucked Billy.

[raainy-daze]

The Snatcher.

[previous.] ➼ chapter two. ➼ [next coming soon…]

rise of the tmnt x gn!reader [PLATONIC], rise!leo x gn!reader

summary: someone keeps stealing everyone's things. nothing they've stolen has any correlation, and it's anyone's guess why they're doing it. as time goes on, the list of crimes grows longer. reader just hopes no one realizes it's them.

reader goes for their second target, a set of michelangelo’s paints. unfortunately, as april and donnie’s investigation kicks into gear, they find themself on the list of suspects. what are they meant to do now?

word count: 1,894

a/n: HEYOOO i’m NOT abandoning this surprise. every time i say writer’s block has left me, it hits me like a train, so i’m gonna be totally honest this time: this may not get part three for another several months. it entirely depends on how well my brain chooses to cooperate.

on a different note, we’re approaching one year of this account! i like to think i’ve done somewhat good with my writing so far. anyhow, hope you all enjoy this!

By next Tuesday, everyone had been thoroughly interrogated. Again, except Draxum, who was having none of it.

The tape rolled on your interrogation. Well, if you counted a phone camera as a tape. For the sake of poeticism, the tape rolled on your interview. You were sitting at a table opposite the camera, or rather, April's phone, very clearly holding in a laugh. April sighed, and her voice was heard. “(Y/N), where were you on the night of April 16th?”

“Didn’t we already establish this?”

Although it wasn’t seen on the video, you remembered April had brandished a clipboard. “Look, Don’s the one who wrote the questions, not me.”

“It's for the sake of a record!” His hand barely came into frame as he emphasized his point.

You decided to entertain the question. “I was in the lair with everyone else. We were watching Atomic Lass Dies Again–”

“Atomic Lass Dies Again 2 ,” Donnie corrected you from behind the camera.

“Okay, okay, didn’t realize that was a necessary detail.” You held your hands up. “Yes, we were watching Atomic Lass Dies Again 2.”

“I recall you weren’t seated the whole movie. Where were you when you weren’t watching the movie with everyone else?”

“I was in the kitchen, refilling the popcorn bowl.”

“Three separate times?”

“Twice. The third time, I was looking for a phone charger.”

The scratching of a pen against paper was heard. “And after the movie ended?”

“I was with Leo in his room.”

“Doing what?”

“Looking through memes and shit.”

“And you were with Leo because?” Donnie interjected.

You raised an eyebrow. “He's my boyfriend. I thought that was a pretty clear reason.”

“You weren't... plotting?”

“If you mean plotting out our next Minecraft build, yeah, sure.”

“And you left when?” April interrupted the line of questioning before Donnie got out of hand.

“Oh, I’m not sure. Sometime around midnight, I guess?” Not technically a lie, depending on how you defined ‘sometime around’. You left it vague.

“So, well within in the time frame of the crime?”

“Yeah, I guess so. But April and Sunita were the only ones who weren’t present in that time, right?”

“Okay, well, did you see anything when you were leaving?”

“Well…” You began recounting what you saw before the crime took place. “Leo was still up when I left. Mikey’s door was left open when I passed, and he was passed out with some YouTube video playing in the background. I think it was some top 10 scariest roller coasters video or something? I’m pretty sure I was the last person to leave, everything was shut down in the living room.”

April nodded. “So if your story’s correct, that would mean it either had to happen before midnight, or it was one of Donnie’s brothers.”

“Or Splinter,” he interjected.

“I guess? I don’t know, I can’t really see your dad having a motive for it.”

“Old people are weird.”

“Especially Splinter,” you agreed.

And the video ended, everyone brought back to the present, April 22nd, 5:09 p.m., in the lair once more. “This is the final interview we recorded,” April stated, disconnecting her phone from the projector. “We took this Monday the 18th, the day before the second incident occurred.” She walked over to the whiteboard. There was a 'victim' column now, listing only Donnie. April now wrote Mikey's name beneath his.

•°. *࿐

Last Tuesday...

You weren’t actually supposed to be in the lair right now.

It was the middle of the day, and you knew none of the guys were home, thanks to Mikey’s social media. Did this count as breaking in? You weren’t entirely sure. Oh well.

You walked behind Splinter’s armchair, not really taking too much care not to be seen. You could hear him snoring, and when Splinter was out, he was out. He would have no clue you were ever here.

You knew exactly who and what your target was. You didn’t stop to look at anything else, you went right to Mikey’s room. The door was open, so you had no worries about fingerprints on the door, though you had brought gloves just in case.

You looked around his room and winced. It was… a bit of a mess. You'd expected it, but it still wasn't very encouraging. You had to shuffle around carefully to make sure you left everything in place. You hopped over the laundry pile to stand over his desk. Damn it. Everything was piled up on the desk, you could hardly tell what was where. You sighed and pulled out your phone, taking a picture of the desk. Then, you reached into your bag, pulling out the plastic gloves you’d taken from your parents’ cleaning supplies.

Once you pulled the gloves on, you began carefully sifting through his belongings. Using the photo you'd just taken, you made sure you put everything back where it belonged, right down to the exact degree of rotation. But with every section of clutter you went through, you were getting increasingly frustrated as you kept digging around and coming up with nothing. You even pulled open a few of the drawers, gentle so you didn't knock anything out of place, only to find nothing.

Finally, somewhat annoyed, you left the desk. If it wasn’t here, then where was it?

You looked around. Then your eyes landed on one splash of color in the ocean of it. You squinted, trying to decide if you were really seeing what you were seeing. You were.

“What kind of psycho paints on their bed ?” Mikey’s paints were lying next to a not-quite-dry canvas laid down on his bed. You spent a full ten seconds staring at it, just processing what you were looking at. That felt like a disaster waiting to happen. His brushes were sitting in a glass of water on his bedside table, at least. You snatched up the paints, and were about to shove them in your bag when you thought better of it. There were still drops of wet paint around the caps, and you didn’t want all your stuff to get stained bright green. So instead, you chose to just carry them in your arms and pray you wouldn’t drop them.

You strolled past Splinter, still snoring, and made it out without no trouble. They weren’t even close to home when you left. Wednesday, April 20th, 3:39 P.M. The Snatcher strikes again.

•°. *࿐

Back in the present, everyone stared as April finished the tail of the y on Mikey's name.

“Everyone, we've got a serial snatcher on our hands.”

“Snatcher. Uppercase S,” Donnie corrected.

“How do you know the capitalization of something I'm saying out loud?”

He shrugged. “I just do. Anyhow, not to say I told you so, but I told you so!”

“Are we sure he didn't just... misplace his paints?” Sunita asked, in the most sympathetic way possible.

“I DIDN’T!” Mikey was reacting almost as dramatically as Donnie had, but with tears as opposed to anger and suspicion. You honestly felt kind of bad seeing it. You hadn't thought the paints were that important to him. He had a billion, after all. “I LEFT THEM RIGHT THERE! ON MY BED! I KNOW I DID! I LEFT THEM RIGHT BY MY PAINTING!”

Raph was patting Mikey on the back, trying to comfort him while April sketched out the new crime scene right next to the previous one.

“Hey, Mike, don't be so upset.” This was just a dumb prank, you didn't want to make him actually cry over it. “Look, I'll buy you some new ones, okay? We'll go to the craft store later,” you offerred.

“Oh, but (Y/N) , it's not just about the paints!” Donnie interrupted you. “It’s the principle! We don’t just have a Snatcher anymore, we have a serial Snatcher!”

“That sounds fucking dumb.”

“Shut up, Cassandra.”

“And April already said that.”

“Shut up, Leo.”

You were pretty sure it was more about the paints for Mikey, but whatever. Let Donnie have his investigation. It was more fun that way. The whiteboard was pretty impressive, honestly. At least, it was now that April had organized it. When you'd first seen it, Donnie had kind of just scribbled everything anywhere he could put it. April was in charge of it now, and was officially making a 'suspects' column. Everyone watched with bated breath as she wrote, waiting to see if their names were present.

Leonardo...

A dramatic gasp. “Me? Well I never!”

Raphael…

“But why would I take my brothers’ stuff?!”

Cassandra…

“WHAT?! THIS IS UNJUST!”

Ah, fuck.

And you.

You made no response but a practiced perplexed expression.

April explained why she'd come up with this list. “Leo and Raph are the only two of the brothers who haven't had anything... well, snatched.” There were a couple snickers around the room - mostly just you and Leonardo. The Snatcher title really was being embraced. “For all we know, this could just be a Hamato brother thing. After all, no one outside the family's been proven as being involved. And, well, Leo does have a reputation,” she muttered the last part.

“Wow, biased much?”

“And, well, kind of a similar principle for you, Cassandra. No offense, but this does feel like something you'd do. And I mean, we've seen you professionally steal stuff.”

“That's behind me.” Cassandra huffed.

“And me?” You were dying to know what could've given you away.

“Suspicious behavior.”

“... Suspicious behavior?”

“Suspicious behavior.”

“...” The two of you shared a long moment of questioning eye contact. “... Do I get anymore context beyond that?”

“Sorry. Confidential information.” Donnie answered for her.

You ran through everything you'd said and done in the last week. You couldn't think of anything particularly incriminating. Did she actually know something, or was she bluffing?

Jesus Christ, what is this, Death Note?

When the meeting was dismissed, you and Leo turned to each other, immediately sharing your thoughts.

“I can’t believe she suspects us! I mean, I don’t even know what those batteries are used for!” Leo had a hand to his chest, trying to emphasize just how innocent he was. He didn't have to prove anything to you, you knew exactly who it was. You also knew they weren’t batteries, they were a bunch of cables for a GPS antenna. You knew because you stared at them by your closet every night before going to sleep. They cast weird, overlapping shadows on your wall that looked a bit like a nest of some sort. You had no clue how they were so tangled when Donnie had barely even touched them.

But you didn’t say that. It’d make you look suspicious if you were keeping track.

So instead, you just played along. “I know, right? I mean, I wasn’t even here when Mikey lost his paints.”

Once you were done with your 'can you believe how ridiculous this is' debriefing, the two of you sat there on the couch together. He had an arm over your shoulder, scrolling through memes on his phone. You would joke about them with him whenever he showed you one, but the gears in your brain were turning. You had to get April off your back, and quick. She was onto you, and you had to come up with a plan to fix that, and fast.

Time to pull some strings.

[oldfritz]

when I’m done doing my big cleaning I’ll show you guys how many Pokémon plushies I have. can also show off my fritz/prussia stuff if anyone wants?

[lemon-boy-stan]

dates with nct 127

TAEYONG

Taeyong likes simple but sweet dates. A day at his or your house, where you continue watching the drama you’d been binging together through video calls. He’d probably get a takeout meal, like the ones you eat in the little paper boxes. Taeyong’s couch is so comfy, with all the cute pillows he has; and he’d offer to get you a blanket if you’re cold, so you guys would end up cuddling together, too. It’d be late by the end of the night, and he doesn’t want you to go home by yourself, so he suggests you sleep over. You’re already comfortable where you are, so you agree to stay over. The two of you end up falling asleep with his arms around you on his couch. 

TAEIL

Taeil also likes simple dates, but there’s a difference between dates with Taeyong and dates with Taeil. For Taeil, dates with him will always end with the two of you getting laid. While Taeyong waits until maybe the fifth or fourth date, Taeil’s message is clear. He’ll order an expensive but small meal, complete with a bottle of champagne. At first, you don’t notice all the little comments and teasing he’s giving you, but by the time he decides to watch a movie, neither of you are concentrating on the movie. 

JOHNNY

Ok, so Johnny likes spending money on his girl, and what better way to burn money than an amusement park? We're talking games, food, matching headbands, all that cute sappy stuff. He won’t go on any scary rides, just the calm ones, but Johnny’s forte is carnival games. He will spend thousands of dollars playing rounds and rounds of games just to get you the stuffed animal you want; but he’s mean too, because you suck at games. He’ll laugh at you when you miss all three rounds in darts. “Oh my god, baby, you’re horrible. Alright, which one do you want? I’ll do it.” 

YUTA

Yuta also loves spending his money on you, but this is shown in a completely different way to amusement parks. He’ll take you out to a fancy restaurant, and give you a little teal box before the date starts. You’re shocked by his generosity and the amount of money he spent on you. It’s probably a hotpot restaurant, so he insists on cooking the meat for you himself. He’d be the type to hold your hand while you eat, sometimes playful with you as he feeds you. After, he’d drive you home and walk you to the front door of your house where he kisses you goodbye. 

MARK

Mark is such a sweetheart boyfriend. He’d take you to one of those drive-in movie theatres, like the type where you can sit under the stars in your car and watch movies. He’d bring a thousand blankets and pillows and would push back his seats so there’s enough room to lie down and cuddle. That’s all he’d do the whole night. He wouldn’t even pay attention to the movie. It’d get cold halfway through the night, and he’d notice you shivering even though you didn’t specifically say anything, but he’d insist you wear his jumper (and you never returned it). The movie, even though he wasn’t even watching, would instantly become your movie; the film that reminded the both of you of the special time you had together. There’s still a single kernel of popcorn under the boot of his car from that time he tipped the box over trying to make you more comfortable.

DOYOUNG

Ok so I don’t know why but something about Doyoung screams college boy study dates; but the kind of dates where neither of you are concentrating on getting work done. Well, yeah, that's your intention at first. But Doyoung gets restless. "Baby," he'd whine, "come on. Let's go get icecream or something." you'd roll your eyes at this, whacking him on the head with a pencil. "I have to study, baby." now he's the one rolling his eyes as he gets up and lifts you off your seat. "Doyoung!" you yell his name shrilly. "We're," he packs up your things with his other hand, "going," kisses your cheek, "to get icecream!" and you really can't say no to that beautiful smile, even as the librarian yells at you to shut up and the other students give you dirty looks.

JAEHYUN

Oh my god Jaehyun is sexy everywhere. He'd take you to the city with a camera but you wouldn't be looking at the camera at all because you'd bee too distracted looking at him. Poor Jae just wants to take photos of his girl, and here you are staring at him like an asshole. "Stop moving!" he'd say with such frustration, "I'm trying to get a clear shot. Come on, sweetheart. Please?" his words only make you move and pout more, "but Jaehyun! I'm trying to tease you so we can go home and make out on your couch. See, look at me bend over now -" "alright! Okay, no bending over when everyone can see. Let's go home, you brat."

JUNGWOO

Jungwoo forces you to go to a carnival and go on every single ride with him, which you despise him for. He loves the rollercoasters, and you hate heights. You cried on one of the rides because you didn't expect the drop, and the idiot took a photo of you while snorting through laughter. "I HATE YOU, KIM JUNGWOO," you'd scream in his ears. "I LOVE YOU TOO BABY!" he'd yell back. You'd think there was menace behind the reason of him bringing you here, but actually it's because he likes it when you grip on to him, scared for your life. He likes that he makes you feel safe, so actually, it's a very sweet thought.

DONGHYUCK (HAECHAN)

I feel Haechan would bring you to the dorms first, introduce you to the members. Then he'd bring you on one of those cliché arcade dates, to which he gets very competitive. He doesn't care if you're his girlfriend, he has to win in all the games. He's good at claw machines so he asks you which plushie you want and he ends up getting you three different ones, all of which you still have. He'd give you all the tickets he won so you can get a big prize because he loves spoiling you.

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[popcornpoppin]

➳ Settling differences ➳ - b. l.

pairing: Billy Loomis x fem!reader

word count: 4.1k

warnings: s m u t (18+!!!!), swearing, drinking, violence (just a little), blood kink, choking, some angst

Prompts: “You’ve been pouting ever since I went out on that date, what’s up?”, "but can that asshole do this.", “Shut up and take your pants off”, “We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

a/n: I wrote two different scenarios and couldn´t decide on one (*insert joke about my sexuality here*) and so I´m posting both. The beginning and ending are the same for both so I´ll post the “alternative” scenario beneath (without the beginning and ending) and you can decide which you prefer. I really don´t know how I feel about this one so I might go back and edit it sometime. anyway enjoy lovelies x 

Billy couldn´t believe you were out on a date with Steve Orth. Steven fucking Orth. Of all the students in your school you were out with one of the biggest idiots on the football team, and that was saying a lot - it was the football team after all. And no he wasn't jealous. Billy could have anyone he wanted. It was just the fact that you could do so much better that bothered him. No he wasn't jealous. Not at all...Well, if he was completely honest - ideally you would date him. But anyone would be better than Steve. Actually scratch that, he didn't want you to date anyone else. No one was good enough for you. Not even himself. Especially not himself.

Of course he couldn´t fully blame you for not dating him, he hadn't actually asked you out but that was just because it was risky. What if he asked and you said no? Then he'd lose the friendship of the coolest girl he'd ever met. Sure, Stu was great, but things were always more fun when you were there. You were a good balance to him and Stu. The other thing that plagued him was that if you started dating then that would complicate his and Stu´s little “extra curricular activity”. Hiding the killings from you would be difficult and he also didn't love the idea of lying to you, and if you dated then he would be forced to lie to you for your own safety.

He was standing in Stu's house leaning against the back of the couch, turned towards the front door. He hadn't managed to look away from the door other than the few times he had quickly glanced at the clock. You were supposed to join him and Stu to watch some new horror movie that Stu had recently picked up at the video store. Billy didn't care all that much about the movie, he loved horror movies but whenever you were there he was too distracted by your presence to pay any attention to the movie; all he could look at was you. 

“You know she's not getting here any faster if you keep staring at the door right?” Stu piped up from his slanted position in one of the comfy living room chairs. He wasn't looking at Billy, he was fiddling with the empty beer bottle in his hand, he didn't need to since Billy had been in the same exact position since he arrived. 

“Shut up fuckrag” Billy spat back without turning his head. It was 10:15pm, you were supposed to be here already. If Steve had even so much as briefly touched you, and Billy found out about it, he was a dead man. 

“I´m just saying man” Stu continued, completely ignoring and unbothered by Billy´s response  “maybe it´s time that you either get over her or just fucking tell her how you feel, instead of spending every day like some sad, lost puppy. I mean I get it, she definitely has a great pair of -”

The door handle rattled before it was slowly pushed down. 

Stu´s words died in his throat and his eyes shot to the door that Billy's eyes had been boring holes in. Billy quickly jumped onto the couch so it wouldn't look like he had been waiting for you.

Then the door fully opened revealing you.

“Hey” You greeted “Sorry I'm late, you guys got everything?”

“Yup” Stu replied, popping the p. “The movie is in the dvd player, popcorn and beer is on the table.”

“Cool” You traced off, your eyes landing on Billy. He was laid with his legs covering the entire couch. His eyes were staring at you, intensely, again. Something was off though. He was being unusually quiet. Sure for the most part he was the quiet, stoic type; which could be very intimidating to some. But not with you. Usually he´d at least greet you or make some space for you on the couch. You tilted your head giving him an inquiring look but rather than say anything he broke his gaze and looked away. You kicked off your shoes and removed your jacket before walking towards the boys and plopping yourself down on the couch next to Billy, forcing him to move his legs and sit up, since it was the only available spot that wasn´t the floor. You looked towards him and whispered a small ´hey´ as Stu started the movie. Still nothing. Had you done something to upset him?

You grabbed a beer from the table before using the edge of the table to push off the cap. You took a long sip and leaned back, eyes landing on the tv. 30 minutes passed. You were still turned towards the tv but you weren't really watching the movie. The atmosphere in the room was weird, not light and joking the way it usually was. Something was off with Billy, that was clear. But you couldn't pinpoint what it was, if it was something you had done or if something had happened at home with his dad. Even though he sometimes was more closed off than normal, it usually didn't feel as suffocating as this. He had shown up to movie night though so it couldn´t be something too bad. Glancing at him from the side of your eye you could see that he was chugging down yet another beer, it was his fourth one; you had counted. You were still on your first, only taking small sips every now and again so you could have an excuse not to say anything. Rather than chugging down beers left and right, which seemed to be Billy´s strategy to avoid talking about the situation, you were silently picking at the label on your beer bottle. Stu was the only one who occasionally would comment on something that happened in the movie. Since you weren't paying attention you couldn't add anything to the conversation so you just nodded and added some silent “mhm”s. This was so fucking awkward. More time passed, you couldn't tell how much because every minute in the silence felt like a lifetime.

“Okayyyy, this is fucking weird” Stu piped up, finally having had enough. He paused the movie and turned towards the two of you on the couch “Both of you have been completely silent the entire time you´ve been here. And sure, I don´t mind carrying the conversation, I´ll be the first to admit I like the sound of my own voice but not this fucking much. It's like I killed you and placed the corpses on the couch for company” 

“Jesus christ Stu” You laughed “That sure was vivid”

“Just continue the fucking movie Stu” Billy silently growled, finally saying something for the first time since your arrival. 

“No. Absolutely not. You guys are being fucking odd and it´s bumming me out. So whatever it takes to fix this” He motioned between the two of you “-do it. Talk to each other, fuck each other, hit one another, I don´t care just do it.” 

“Why do I have to do anything?” You asked rather exasperated “Billy is the one that´s being immature” you muttered, earning a scoff and an eye roll from Billy. 

“Man, you both are!” Stu exclaimed, clearly fucking done with the two off you. You'd never seen him this worked up about anything besides horror movies that didn't include a shot of some perky tits. “We all have our roles to play in this little friend group, okay? Like Billy is the silent, protective one and you´re the hot, caring one. So you guys need to become friends again so I can go back to being the immature, lovable one because you will not take that from me and I´m not taking sides in this weird divorce”

“Just drop it Stu” Billy muttered.

“No, not this time. You´re gonna fix this. We´re out of beer anyways, since Billy has been throwing them back like he´s a teacher who's given up on life, so you can go to the garage to get more and then talk there” He waved you off towards the garage “I´m not turning the movie back on until you´ve made up so shoo” 

“Whatever, let's just get it over with” You mumbled, standing up and heading towards the garage. Billy rolled his eyes again but nevertheless stood up to follow you. You walked through the kitchen and held the door leading into the garage open, Billy walked slowly behind you dragging his feet. Once you had both entered the garage you closed the door and turned towards Billy who was standing a few meters in front of you with his hands in his pockets. “Okay, seriously what is wrong with you tonight?” You nearly spat.

“What? What's wrong with me?” Billy replied incredulously. 

“Yes! You haven't said a word to me since I entered the door.”

“Oh, ´cause ´hey´ is such a monologue?” He retorted. 

“At least I've tried to act like we normally do. You´re the one who´s been silently moping and acting fucking weird.” you crossed your arms and let your eyes drift around in the garage.

“What do you want me to say?” he asked, rubbing a hand tirelessly over his face.

“At least say something!” you exclaimed, your arms shooting forward before landing on your sides.

“Why? There's no point in talking about it, let´s just fucking drop it and go back inside. I'm sure Stu will turn the movie on eventually” his face looked anywhere but at you.

“Actually-” You started, ignoring what he said as a thought dawned on you “when I think about it, you´ve been pouting ever since I told you that Steve asked me out, so what’s going on?” 

“Fine, you wanna know what I think?” He replied, his eyes finding yours, clearly agitated “Steven Orth is a fucking dick. Why the fuck would you ever agree to go on a date with someone like him? Do you have no standards or something?”

“Oh, you´re one to talk about standards” you replied cooly, your volume increasing more and more the more annoyed and hurt you got “You can just fuck your way through the entire fucking cheerleading squad but I can´t go on a date with one guy from the football team?”

He sighed “That's not-” He started, trying to find the right words, but you didn't let him. 

“No, you listen to me, Loomis. For once you´re gonna shut the fuck up and listen to me. If who I go on a date with bothers you then you can shove it because I am so fucking sick and tired of having to see your little parade of tarts all over school and having to keep my mouth shut whilst you have an opinion on every single guy I go out with. That's not how friends are supposed to act-”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.” he grumbled.

You continued “So no I won't have it, I won't let you-” you lost your train of thought as his words settled on you “Wait what?”

Suddenly Billy rushed forward and crashed his lips onto yours. 

“What are you-” You tried to get out the question but Billy wouldn't let you.

“Shut up” He growled, crashing his lips onto yours again. “You talk too much”. This time you answered by kissing him back. Billy backed you into a metal shelf that stood in the garage and pulled down your tank top to play with your tits. You weren't wearing a bra so his mouth quickly found your nipples and started sucking on them one at a time, sometimes catching them with his teeth and nibbling a little. The louder your moans of his name grew, the more spurred on and rougher he got. At a particularly loud and whiny moan he bit down hard on the side of your tit, it drew blood. That seemed to turn him on even more as he lapped and kissed at the small wound. He shot you a brief look to see how you felt about it but since you only tugged his hair harder and didn't show any forms of protest he took that as your consent and repeated the sequence at a few different places. 

When he felt he had given your chest area enough attention he started kissing down your stomach whilst his hands slithered up your thighs and underneath your skirt. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your thong and slid it down your thighs before he let it drop to the floor, moving a bit so you could step out of it. When that was done he moved in close again, this time allowing his tongue to lick up your thigh before finding your clit. Whilst his tongue lapped at your clip his hands were steadying your hips. He used his broad shoulders to shove your legs wider apart before using his right arm to hook your left leg over his shoulder, before placing his hand on your hip again. It gave him even better access to your cunt and made his tongue even more relentless as it licked and sucked. Thanks to Billy´s skilled mouth you had long forgotten where the two of you were. You weren't rushing things by any means, even though Stu was probably waiting for the two of you in the living room, yet it felt like time moved too fast. There were so many pent up feelings and so much desire that the two of you had been holding in, fearing the other´s reaction. You just wanted to stay with him like that for hours.

As you leaned back against the metal shelf, with Billy in front of you on his knees, your breathing was getting heavier by the second as you got closer to your release. Billy´s head was buried between your legs, his tongue now licking your folds over and over again and his thumb had started playing with your clit. The sound of moans and groans echoed around the garage. “Bi-Billy, stop” you managed to stutter out but it couldn´t be a very convincing motion as it mostly came out as a whine. 

“What?” He removed his face from your cunt and looked up at you with a confused look, he was still on his knees and still close enough that his hot breath fanned your pussy “Why?”

“Take your pants off” you demanded, lifting your leg and removing it from his shoulder. Billy looked a bit taken aback but quickly got to his feet and complied. He slowly unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers far enough down so that his hardened cock could spring free. Lord was it big. Once he had removed every item of clothing from his lower half your lips found his again as you hooked your right leg around his hip. He gripped your left thigh and lifted it up and around his hip to match your action before he moved his grip so that he now was holding you up, his lips not even once leaving yours. He carried you so that you were once again against the shelf, this time rather than leaning against it though he had you pressed into it, the edges of the shelves pressing a bit uncomfortably into your lower back. You swiftly helped him remove his shirt before your arms gripped the cool metal for support. He quickly entered you, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers before he started pushing into you. At first he was slow and methodical, letting you adjust to his size but he quickly lost his patience - wildly picking up the pace. He moved the hand that wasn 't intertwined with yours up your body before wrapping it around your throat, pressing tightly. 

“Can that asshole Steven Orth do this?" He growled out, nearly spitting Steve´s name. It was like venom in his mouth.

“No, just you baby” You managed to choke out, due to lack of air. “You´re the only one that can make me feel this good”

“That's what I thought” he smirked, easing up the pressure on your neck. He seemed to really get off on it as his pace had picked up even more and his thrusts were roughly slamming into you. You removed one of your hands from the nape of his hair and used it to lift the hand he had loosely wrapped around your throat to your mouth. You took his thumb into your mouth and started sucking, simulating a blowjob. Billy cursed under his breath.

You had tried to hold it in for as long as you could but it was all becoming too much to bear.

“Billy, I don't think I can handle anymore” you whimpered. 

“Cum for me baby” he replied, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss before you came undone. 

He bounced you a few more times on his cock and you bit down on his thumb in agony which prompted him to his own release. He carefully lifted you off himself and placed you back down on the ground, holding your hips for stabilization until he was sure you could stand on your own. He leaned in and gave you a long, sweet kiss before dragging his pants and underwear up again and starting to buckle his belt. You found your discarded thong and bent down to pick it up, making sure that your ass was facing Billy as you slowly stepped into it and pulled it up. He roughly smacked your ass which resulted in a giggle from you.

“You´re a fucking tease, you know that?” he smiled.

“Oh I know” you smirked, turning away from him and starting to walk towards the door that led back into the house “Now come on loverboy. I'm sure Stu´s gone mad without us”

Walking through the kitchen and into the living room again with some extra swing in your hips, knowing that Billy was following not far behind you and definitely staring at your ass, you put your hands up in surrender as your eyes landed on Stu's face “Don´t worry Stu, we made up” You announced before plopping down on the couch, your legs threatening to give out from Billy´s size and the pace he had been going at.

“Oh I heard” Stu replied, grinning brightly at the two of you “Oh Billyyyyyyy yes right there, don´t stop” Stu did a huge, exaggerated moan before falling back in a fit of laughter. 

Knowing Stu, he had probably gotten off to the sounds of the two of you.

“Shut up fuckrag” Billy grumbled, smacking the back of Stu´s head, before sitting down next to you on the couch pulling you onto his lap. His arms snaked around your waist and you hummed contently as he placed a kiss on the back of your neck. You had no hope of paying any attention to the rest of the movie, as the events that had transpired in the garage played over in your head and Billy´s warm hands rested dangerously close to your cunt.

Alternate scene (this was heavily inspired by Suits, don´t sue me):

“Fine, you wanna know what I think? Steven Orth is a fucking dick. Why the fuck would you agree to go on a date with him someone like him? Do you have no standards or something?”

“Oh, you´re one to talk about standards” you replied cooly, your volume increasing more and more the more agitated you got “You can just fuck your way through the entire fucking cheerleading squad but I can´t go on a date with one guy from the football team? Explain to me why that is”

He sighed “That's not what I meant-” He started, completely dodging your question. 

“That is such bullshit! That is what you meant and you know it! You have an opinion on every single guy that asks me out and when I ask you about it you brush it off or you act cagey with me just like you´re doing now. 

“Let's not do this now, not here” he replied, closing his eyes and clenching his fists - clearly trying to keep his cool.

“There's always some secret or some story or some lie. I don´t understand why” you exclaimed, tears welling in your eyes, your emotions starting to get the better of you. 

“You don´t understand what I've been through!” He yelled, taking you by surprise “You don´t understand what I have lost. Because it's everything, everyone I've loved has left me. And I am not ready to lose you!” he was all up in your face now, his chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath. The vein in his neck was pulsing. “Not today”

“Then tell me” You almost whispered, your eyes finding his.

He was silent for a long time. “I don´t want you to date those fucking assholes because I want you to date me” 

Silence.

“What?” You whispered, your eyes searching his, trying to gauge if he was being truthful.

“You heard me” was all he said back, waiting for your reaction.

You slapped him. “Don´t you fucking joke about that Loomis”

“Y/N-”

You slapped him again. 

“I-” 

You went to slap him again but he grabbed your wrist before you got the chance. You ripped your hand out of his grip and turned to leave. Billy once again grabbed your wrist, forcing you to look at him. You both launched forward towards one another, your lips meeting in a bruising kiss. His hands found your lower back as he gently pushed you against a metal shelf, yours found his neck, gripping the ends of his hair.

His lips moved to your neck, biting and sucking, planting hickeys everywhere. You turned around so your back was to his chest as you gently removed your top before moving his hands to cover your breasts. He palmed and kneaded them before starting to flick your nipples between his fingers. After letting him play with them for a bit your lips found his again as you turned around, hooking your right leg around his hips. He gripped your left thigh and lifted it up and around his hips before he moved his grip so that he was holding you up, his lips never leaving yours. He carried you so you were once again against the shelf. You swiftly helped him remove his shirt before your arms gripped the cool metal for support. He unbuckled his belt and pushed his pants and boxers far enough down so that his hardened cock could spring free. Lord was it big. His hand slid beneath your skirt to pull down your thong. He quickly entered you, his hand finding yours and intertwining your fingers before he started pushing into you. At first he was slow and methodical, letting you adjust to his size but he quickly lost his patience - picking up the pace. His thrusts got more and more rough as he continued slamming into you. Tears pooled in your eyes and you bit down on Billy´s shoulder to ease some of the pressure. Billy cursed under his breath. You loved the sensation of him in you, but he was big and stretching your walls to the brim so you knew you wouldn't last long. You tried to the best of your ability to hold it in for as long as you could but it was all becoming too much to bear.

“Billy, I don't think I can handle anymore” you whimpered.

“Cum for me baby” he rasped, his lips finding yours in a chaste kiss before you came undone. 

He bounced you a few more times on his cock and you bit down on his thumb in agony which prompted him to his own release. He carefully lifted you off himself and placed you back down on the ground, holding your hips for stabilization until he was sure you could stand on your own. He leaned in and gave you a long, sweet kiss before dragging his pants and underwear up again and starting to buckle his belt. You found your discarded thong and bent down to pick it up, making sure that your ass was facing Billy as you slowly stepped into it and pulled it up. He roughly smacked your ass which resulted in a giggle from you.

“You´re a fucking tease, you know that?” he smiled.

“Oh I know” you smirked, turning away from him and starting to walk towards the door that led back into the house “Now come on loverboy. I'm sure Stu´s gone mad without us”

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How old are you? | t.h.

Pairing: Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

Summary: you and your son bump into your ex, the famous movie star Tom Holland. He finds out soon enough that he has got a son.

Warnings: dad!Tom, mention of pregnancy, teenage pregnancy, language, mention of smoking

A/N: hi! I just watched a video on TikTok based on this, so I wanted to write something about it (the idea actually comes from the TV show Once Upon A Time). Hope you enjoy! 💌 Tell me if you want a part 2.

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Edit: read part 2 here!

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Bumping into your ex is an awkward thing, but bumping into your ex teenage boyfriend with your son is something else. Especially when that son is his and he doesn’t know anything about it.

“You screwed up so bad this time, Y/N,” your friend Olivia said.

“Well, she already did it the other time, you know,” recalled Diana, while smoking a cigarette.

“Thanks people, now I really feel better,” you said, annoyed.

“That’s for friends are for,” Olivia joked.

“How’s the kid?” Diana asked. “Still shocked about the fact that a famous actor is actually his father?”

You shrugged.

“He’s holding up just fine, I think. He’s thrilled about it. He would want to get to know him, but Tom’s still angry at me. And Mark is angry at me too. I hate this,” you say, laying on the couch.

“Tell us again about what happened,” Olivia said. “I want to imagine Tom’s surprised face again when you told him,” she added, smiling.

“You have always hated him,” you replied, a bit of sadness into your voice.

She shakes her head.

“I didn’t hate him. I just hated the effect that he had on you. I mean… look what he made you do,” she said, carefully.

“We made a mistake, but Mark is the best thing that has ever happened to me. I don’t regret my choice. He comes from love, after all,” you said, remembering all the things you shared with Tom back then. A part of you, a part that you buried deep down, knew too well that you wouldn’t have left Tom in another universe. That’s why you put him first. Him and your child. “Okay, now I’m gonna tell you everything again. Are you ready?”

You went to the grocery shopping like every Saturday. Mark was holding your hand, when suddenly you saw him. You recognized Tom immediately. He hadn’t changed much, after all. His brown eyes were hidden by his sunglasses, but he still walked the same way: so confident, yet so shy.

“I don’t wanna know how handsome was Tom Holland, please. We already know you like his appearance, since you fucked him,” Diana interrupted.

“Let her talk! This is better than Gossip Girl,” Olivia said, laughing.

You left Mark’s hand and he got worried.

“Mom, are you okay?”

But you didn’t have enough time to answer, to tell him a lie, because Tom saw you. He took off his sunglasses, while looking at you. He seemed astonished.

“Y/N?” He asked. His British accent was still intact, even if you often saw him talking with an American accent in movies. Mark loved Spider-Man so much. Little did he know that the man who played him was actually his father.

You smiled at him.

“Tom Holland?” Mark asked, when he recognized him. “Mom, you know Spider-Man?”

He was thrilled to know him, you knew that, but you didn’t want any of them to find out about your little secret. It had to be buried with you.

“I want a prequel about your high school life,” Olivia said, while eating some popcorns. “I bet it’s very interesting”.

“Fuck no,” Diana said. “Y/N, go on or end me. This is a fucking torture”.

“We’re almost there,” you said.

“Wait, is that your son?” Tom asked. He had always been so clever. It took him a second to realize.

“Tom…”

“How old are you, kid?”

“Mark, you don’t have to…”

“How old are you?” Tom asked again.

“Tom, it’s none of your business!” You exclaimed, grabbing Mark’s hand.

“Eleven! I’m eleven!” Mark shouted. Tom took a step back, as if he had punched him. “What’s going on? Why is it so important?”

Tom looked at you. His heart seemed broken, even if you couldn’t see it. He clenched his jaw, disappointed. You felt your eyes burn because of the tears.

“He’s my son, isn’t he?”

Mark’s eyes grew wide.

“Tom, listen to me. We were sixteen and you wanted a career. I didn’t have the right to…”

“You had to tell me, Y/N. You had to fucking tell me. What made you think that I would have left you?” He asked and you felt the floor crumble under your feet.

He would have stayed.

“And then?” Olivia asked, looking at you from the chair.

“Then, his friend Harrison took him away and Mark stopped talking to me,” you said, sadly.

“This is so fucked up,” Diana mumbled.

“I’m screwed. I lost everything,” you said, running a hand through your hair. Something Tom used to do when he was younger. You wondered if he did that even now.

Somebody knocked at the door. It was Olivia’s flat, so you thought it was his brother, because he usually went there to visit her. Mark was still in his room, quiet. Olivia got up and walked towards the door. You saw her standing in front of somebody that wasn’t clearly her brother.

“What the fuck…?” Diana said, looking at him.

“Hi. Can I talk to Y/N, please?”

Your jaw almost fell off your face.

“Tom?”

“Hey, darling. I think we have a lot to talk about. Would you mind going out with me?”

As Diana always said: Fuck.

[quixotic-writer]

Truth or Truth?

Request: Anon

Summary: Q and Sal are in a double punishment. Q is hooked up to a lie detector and is forced to answer questions about his relationship with his girlfriend who just so happens to be Sal’s sister. Whether he likes it or not, the truth will be revealed.

Warning: Smut ahead!

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“Well, seems both Sal and Q have lost the episode.” Murr announces to the cameras with absolute joy that for once he wasn’t the one being miserably punished. Sal and Q nod their heads in defeat and chuckle out of fear of what awaits them on the stage beyond the curtain of the theatre they were stationed at for the day.

“Which means a double punishment is out there waiting for you guys.” Joe says with an equal level of glee as Murr.

“Can we just get to it now, I'm sweating buckets and I just wanna get this over with.” Sal says as he wipes his hands on the sides of his pants to rid his palms of the sweat that was building up.

“Okay, okay. Let’s get you guys out on that stage!” The two men are laughing as the other two did as they were instructed. There on the stage were two chairs. One of those chairs was next to a table filled with wires and equipment, the other had rope surrounding it. Sal and Q both look at each other with eyebrows raised in question of the curious set up. “Sal you will be taking the chair on the left, Q you get the chair on the right next to that machine we’ll get you hooked up to.” The minute he heard the phrase ‘get you hooked up,’ Q knew exactly what the boys had in store.

He complied without saying anything, it was a punishment after all and it’s not like he could evacuate or run away anywhere. He watched as Sal was sat in his chair and tied up good and well to it.

“Guys I thought this was a double punishment. Why am I just being tied to a chair and Q getting hooked up to a lie detector test? What are you gonna do? Ask him how many times he’s fantasized about fictional women while jacking off?” Sal laughs. Little did he know what the guys had in store for this special use of the lie detector test.

“So our buddy Q here has been dating Sal’s sister – (Y/N) – for quite a while now.” Joe said with a toothy grin on his face. They watched as Sal’s face dropped immediately to shock and disgust.

“So we’ve hooked Q up to a lie detector test and we’ll be asking him a few questions about their relationship.” Both Murr and Joe were laughing. “But wait! It gets better!”

“There’s only one audience member besides us here.” When the lights brightened slightly, rows of chairs could be made out now in their line of vision, and so could the one solitary audience member sitting front and center: (Y/N).

“That’s Sal’s sister!” Murr says with jubilation. You could watch the color completely drain from Sal and Q’s face.

“That’s right Sal, you have to look at your sister and your best friend as we ask all these questions and you have to hear the honest truth about it all no matter how dirty.” Sal was freaking out wanting to break free of the constraints that bound him to the chair. He was begging and pleading for anything else as the two winners of the episode were laughing at his fruitless pleas. Q had his face in his hands and his face was regaining its color in only a single shade. He was red as a fire engine knowing exactly where this was about to go. He lifted his head slightly to be met with the eyes of his lover. She sheepishly waved with a smile and he did the same.

“There’s no escaping or compromising a punishment Sal, you lost and this is what you get!” Sal had stopped thrashing and now had his eyes set on the ceiling staring off into nothing. “Let’s start with the first question!”

“Let’s start easy: Have you ever kissed her,” Q huffed as his eyebrows furrowed together. What a silly question, “With tongue?” And there was the searing bit and his expression was wiped clean off of his face.

~

It was early on in their dating days, they decided on a movie night at Q’s place. It was warm and cozy, intimate and serene. She had her head resting on his shoulder and his arm was wrapped around her, holding her in close so that he could be closer to each and every piece of her. Because they were together for only a short time at that moment, Q feared making moves as to not upset her and cause a rift between him and Sal. It was already hard enough getting Sal warmed up to them, it would make things worse if he accidentally made a move she wasn’t comfortable with and Sal would have even more reason to disapprove of what they had going on. So while he seemed relaxed, he was actually freaking out on the inside.

That’s when their eyes locked on each other, her hand was placed gently on his cheek as she smiled and started inching in closer. Her hand was moving in closer and he went with it, seeing as all the signals were there and he was given the green light. Their lips met and he could taste the popcorn on her lips, he went in for another, and another. She felt addicting, he loved it and wanted more. That’s when her tongue traced along his lips, he hesitated.

“Don’t be so stiff B. I know you want more.” She whispered against his lips. She was right, that’s when things started getting heated. He brought her onto his lap, she was then straddling him and their lips met with each other once again, parted and allowed their tongues to intertwine. He could taste her so much better and he knew he was in deep.

The rest of that evening was truly memorable.

~

“Y-yes.” He answered honestly.

“He’s telling the truth.” The polygraph reader spoke as he watched the readings carefully. Sal’s face contorted in disgust as laughter echoed through the theatre.

“Next question: Have you done it on Sal’s bed or in his house?” Q squeezes his eyes shut.

“Brian I swear, you better think long and hard about how you answer this. You have house sat for me many times. If you say yes.”

~

Sal was away on a comedy tour and to go visit his mom. Q was handed the responsibility to watch over his house and make sure that everything was kept clean. Sal stated that he didn’t mind if he stayed the night at his place if he ever drank or if he just felt like it, so long as everything was kept in proper order when he came back. That much Q could do. He never said anything about his girlfriend being over as well.

It started as it always did: chilling out in the living room. They were playing Mario Kart together and the competition was getting heated. Nothing made Q happier than having a girlfriend he could play video games with, especially competitively. Both of them already started playing a little dirty, bumping each other playfully, blocking their view of the screen during important jumps, and so on. They were having the time of their life until she took things a step further.

As they were on their second lap, she sat on Q’s lap and started circling her hips. Q had a hard time focusing on the screen now that something else began to catch his interest. She kept going and she could feel him starting to grow hard under her. He bit his lip to not moan and show weakness and focused as much of his attention on the screen as best as he could.

“(Y/N). T-that’s cheating. You play… Dirty.” She had her eyes on the screen and now added noises as she gyrated her hips.

In the end, Q crossed the finish line first and ended up winning.

“Well, B. Looks like you won.” She said with a devilish smirk on her face, “I guess you’ve earned yourself a prize.” She slithers down to her knees and settles between Q’s legs as he sits on the couch. She pulls down his pants along with his boxers as his member throbs in front of her eyes. Q’s lips are already parted as his breath hitches at the sight before him. She licks her lips and immediately takes him as far into her mouth as she could. He lets out a low groan as his eyes close to take in the sensation.

“Fucking hell baby.” He says as his hand goes to the back of her head as his hips start to work and fuck her mouth. He was already aching for release as she was grinding against him, so his inevitable end was already building up like a skyscraper. “(Y/N). Sweetheart. God. You’re gonna make me cum.” He was at the edge of absolute euphoria, he had control of her as he tangled his hand in her hair and guided her faster up and down his cock until he shoved her down and released in her mouth. “Swallow.” He commanded, and she did exactly that. All evidence of his climax gone. He pulls her up for a kiss before lifting her and allowing his feet to carry them to where he would now be staying for the night: Sal’s room.

~

“Do I really have to answer this one?” Q asked as he began sweating profusely as he remembered each sensation pertaining to his answer.

“Hurry up and answer! You’ve never had problems talking about your sex life before tough guy.” Joe criticizes.

“No.” A blatant lie and they all probably knew. This answer was proven false after the polygraph interpreter stated so. Sal was glaring at Q and Q dared not make eye contact at that moment.

“You guys have ravaged my house for a punishment before, but SEX in MY HOUSE?!?! Not only that but WITH MY SISTER?!” Q wanted nothing more than just to disappear.

“Next question. Oh this one's good!” Q closed his eyes again, bracing himself for the next question, “Had she ever called you daddy?” His cheeks felt like they were on fire now. “Not like how you refer to yourself when talking about your cats either. You know exactly how we mean it.”

~

The room was filled with the sounds of the bed frame squeaking and moans eliciting from open mouths along with steamy breath that stuck to their skin. Q was thrusting his hips roughly into her as she raked her nails down his back, leaving her own mark on him.

“You like that baby? Like when I fuck you hard?”

“Yes! Yes!” Her words felt like they were being forced out of her with each snap of his hips as he hit just the right spots to drive her crazy.

“Yes, what?” He asked her as he slowed to an agonizing pace. She wrapped her legs around him to try and speed things up, bringing him in closer despite knowing it wouldn’t do anything until that one word was uttered. “C’mon (Y/N). Let me hear it. Yes, what?” His hot breath fell in her ear and sent chills through her and she could feel her clit throb as she bit her lip and moaned at the authoritative tone.

“Yes daddy.” His hips picked right back up as the familiar sound of skin on skin began to echo once again in the room. “Fuck I love it when you fuck me like this. Harder. Please, daddy.” Each time she said it, it brought him closer and closer to climax.

“God I love when you call me that sweetheart.” He licked his thumb and began rubbing circles around her clit as he continued working his hips against hers. Whining as she felt her climax begin to wash over her, Q wasn’t that far behind as he began to grunt and moan with each thrust as he felt her tremble beneath him. “Gonna cum baby, you’re so perfect.”

~

Q wondered if the air conditioning in the place was even on. If it was, they needed to crank it if not his shirt was sure to be drenched in sweat by the time this punishment was over.

“Uuuh.”

“Not an answer buddy.” Q really didn’t want to answer this. He could feel Sal’s gaze boring holes into him. He knew how his best friend felt about his relationship which is why he never said a thing about their sex life like he had with previous relationships. He respected Sal that way and always made sure to treat his sister well. But the pickle he was in now was making this dynamic extremely difficult.

“I uuh.” He was choking on words. There was no sense in lying, but maybe, just maybe if he believed hard enough he could trick the lie detector into believing he was telling the truth. He took a breath, said over and over in his head that he was telling the truth, steadied himself, and “no.” He tried saying it with honest conviction.

“A lie.” Yup. He definitely wanted to crawl in a hole now. All three of the other men were hollering at the answer. Q looked at (Y/N) and she was just as red as he was but she was laughing. He wasn’t sure how she could be laughing at this moment, but for some reason it put him slightly at ease knowing that this wasn’t torture for her like it was for him.

“Okay last question Q.” Sal had been mostly silent for the last few minutes and Q just knew that Sal wanted him dead or something else. He was lucky there were restraints holding him back because god knows what would have happened if he wasn’t. Q was mentally bracing himself for something absolutely revolting that he would have to answer for, something that would really make Sal lose his mind. Dildos, sneaking off on tour together to have sex, road head, he was ready to answer for it and face the consequences. “Do you love her?”

~

It was early in the morning and sun peered through the windows of his house. As he opened his eyes, there she was. Her eyes closed and her breathing steady, all the cats were curled up around her and all were surprisingly still asleep as well. She was dreaming and he knew it. Seeing her so peacefully asleep made him happy. It wasn’t only that. It was knowing she was happily asleep in his bed, next to him that made his heart flutter and burst with joy. Waking up and seeing her was unlike anything he’s ever felt.

He crawled out of bed carefully. In the kitchen he began to cook up some breakfast for them and also to feed the needy little kittens. As he was at the stove, he heard her shuffle in. He looked over his shoulder and saw her, eyes hooded and still half asleep, a little smile tugging at her lips, hair covering most of her face. She was just the most beautiful person ever and he couldn’t think otherwise.

“Morning sunshine.” He says with a smile on his face, voice still groggy from waking up.

“Mornin’ B.” She made her way over and hugged him from behind, leaning on him as she closed her eyes, inhaling deeply smelling his morning musk and the food that was cooking. “Smells so good.” She mumbled. His heart was just exploding and he couldn’t stop smiling.

As they ate breakfast, she spoke most of the time and that was just how he liked it. He never tired of her voice, never tired of hearing her talk, never tired of being around her. She noticed the dopey look on his face as she spoke and she stopped and gave him a bit of a side glance and a smile.

“What’s with you this morning Bri? You’ve been acting all mushy. Not that I'm complaining or this is out of the ordinary.”

“I just like hearing you talk.” He said truthfully. “And it’s just–”

~

“–I love her.” He spoke with a smile on his face. “I really do. No doubt about that. There’s no one else I've been more in love with than her. Every part of her. Good and bad. I love her.” He looked her in her eyes, recalling each countless moment they’ve had with each other. Every time he was around her, he felt like a high schooler again. So bashful, so in love, hopelessly so. There was no one else for him.

“It’s all true.” The polygraph reader spoke with a smile. Sal looked at Q, then looked at his sister and saw them just entranced with each other. Hearing everything Q had to say was true made his anger quickly slide away. He wanted his friend to be happy, he couldn’t keep them apart. Despite thinking this was an absolutely terrible idea at the start, perhaps this changed things.

“That’s it Q. Interrogations over.” Both men were released from their punishment prisons and were left to face each other.

“So. You really love her, huh?” Q smirked as he felt the butterflies thinking about her again.

“More than you could imagine.” He said with confidence. He felt her arms wrap around him and he turned around to see her eyes sparkling like constellations at midnight. He wrapped his arms around her tight and gave her a kiss.

“Listen, I know i’ve been hard on you Q. Just protective of my sister y’know?”

“I get it, Sal. But I can promise you wholeheartedly that I’d never do anything to hurt her ever.”

“Might wanna hook him up to the lie detector again.” Joe said as he walked by. Q rolled his eyes.

“I know. I just want you to promise one other thing.”

“Anything.” Q leaned in attentively.

“I never wanna hear anything about your sex life ever again.” (Y/N) snickered as Q felt his face heating up in shame again.

“Deal.”

[holylulusworld]

Just give in, baby doll

The GIF has nothing to do with the story. I just couldn’t resist using it...

Summary: Chris and you spend a day in bed.

Pairing: Chris Evans x fem!Reader

Warnings: language, fluff, cuddling & snuggling, needy Chris, mentions of sex, implied smut, rpf

A/N: The story got inspired by Chris’s insta video with Dodger on the bed.

<< Part 2

Divider by @firefly-graphics

“Look, Dodger,” Chris smirks when you walk into the bedroom, rolling your eyes as Chris and his dog occupy half of the bed. “Mommy is back with snacks and she wears a sexy outfit.”

“Christopher,” you scold, pointing toward his shoes. “No shoes on the bed. Dodger, tell your daddy to behave.” while Chris’s eyes are glued to your legs and your fuzzy socks, Dodger is busy jumping off the bed to nudge your calf.

“Don’t be like that, baby girl,” he purrs, moving slowly toward the edge of the bed to remove his shoes. I’m wearing the socks you bought me, Y/N.”

“This does not excuse you are on the bed with your shoes on,” you mutter, gently patting Dodger’s head. “But you prepared the fireplace, that’s a pro.”

“I can give you more pros, Y/N. Come here and watch Charlie Brown with me, baby doll. I’ll be so good for you,” he lazily leans against the headboard, watching you sit on the bed, pouting. “Baby doll is mad at us, Dodger. How about you lick her face again?”

“This doesn’t work all the time, Evans,” grumbling you sit next to Chris, watching him snatch the chips from your hands. “Hey, these are mine.”

“Not anymore,” at the same time as you fight for your chips, Dodgers joins you on the bed, lying to your feet as he always does. “But I’ll give you some if you kiss me.” you glance at Chris lips, licking yours before you turn your attention toward Dodger, gently patting his head again. “Baby doll, you’re my girlfriend, not Dodger’s.”

“Says the man stealing my chips. You know,” straddling his lap, you place your hands onto his shoulders to grip him tightly, “I was about to cuddle with you, Evans. Sadly, you stole my favorite snack.”

“I’ll share, Y/N,” mumbling the words Chris opens his mouth when you swipe your tongue over his lips. “You taste so much better than chips. How about you stay on top of me and lemme taste you some more.” He looks up at you; gives you one of those heart-melting smiles.

“No,” you roll off Chris, giggling when he grasps for you to force you back against his chest. “Evans, not fair.”

“I want you to lie on top of me, let me feed you with junk food, and enjoy the atmosphere,” humming you lift your head to look out of the floor-to-ceiling window, watching the snowfall. “Or we could watch the movie.”

“Peanuts…peanuts,” you cheer, giggling before you peck Chris’s chin. “Now let me rest for a moment. You are so warm and soft.”

“Soft?” humming you rest your head on Chris’s chest, closing your eyes for a moment. “I got muscles. I’m a tough guy, baby doll. I’m not soft.”

“So soft and warm,” hiding your face in his neck you sigh, feeling one hand gently run up and down your back. “Guess you must watch it alone. I won’t move, Evans. Not one bit.”

“I won’t complain,” looking down at you, lie on his chest Chris smiles. “You feel good on top of me, in any situation.”

“Evans,” you scold. “Dodger is right next to us. Don’t make sexy comments around your son!”

“Babe, he’s a dog and I think he saw us going at it like animals last time I was behind you,” Chris laughs. “I mean, he knows I like to do dirty things to you.”

“He saw us?” you gasp. “Oh, god! What will he think about me now? I moaned like a cat in heat and let you rut into me like a dog!”

“It was hot, so fucking hot,” Chris curses. “I want to do it again. After we watched Charlie Brown’s Christmas, I’m gonna make us hot chocolate and tonight,” his eyes darken and you feel a shiver run down your spine, “this man is going to devour you.”

“Nah, I wanna spend this lazy Saturday cuddled up in my favorite plaid on top of you, and not in a naughty way,” you tut, patting Chris’s chest. “You can do dirty things to me any other day.”

“Dodger, your mommy denies me my sweet snack,” Chris purrs the words. He watches you get comfortable on his chest, one hand running over his upper arm. “Fine, cuddling is great too.”

“Cuddling is awesome,” exclaiming cuddling is better than sex you demand his arms around your body. “Now hold me. It’s so cozy and warm. I feel so…” mumbling the words you slowly drift into sleep.

“No, Charlie! Don’t trust Lucy. She will trick you again,” you mutter, throwing popcorn at the TV. “Chris, tell him to not trust her.”

“Babe, he will do it,” Chris laughs, moving closer to sling one arm around your shoulders. “I can tell, he’s a poor guy but will be happy you tried to help him.”

“She’s such a bitch,” cursing you watch Charlie Brown land on his ass once again. “See, I told you to not trust her, Charlie. Now you lie there, on your back. Pathetic.”

“Don’t be too hard on him,” pecking your check Chris nibbles at your skin. “You know, girls tricked me before too. Will you soothe me?” he looks at you, pleadingly. “Please, baby doll.”

“Nah, I think you are a grown man and don’t need my help but,” patting your lap you smirk, “you can lie in my lap if you want to.”

“Will you play with my hair too?” eagerly resting his head in your lap Chris sighs when you slide your fingers through his hair. “Yeah, that’s good. More. I love your hands on me.”

“Don’t get cocky, Evans,” tugging at his hair you snicker. “Now let me watch the rest of the movie. I want to know if Charlie pays her back.”

“I hate to break it for you, but he doesn’t pay her back, Y/N,” Chris moans, enjoying you tug harder at his hair. “If you don’t stop, I’ll get the wrong idea and you won’t see the end of the movie.”

“Aw, you think you can make me change my plans for today,” giggling you pat Chris’s head. “Maybe you’ll get some sugar later if you can behave.”

“Sugar you say,” suddenly sitting up Chris grins. “I could just stop the movie and I can get my sugar right now. Just give in, baby doll. I need something sweet…”

“Sweet,” squeaking your fight Chris. He pushes you onto the bed nuzzling your neck, kissing, and nipping at your skin. “Chris…ah…no,” you giggle, feeling his beard scratch your sensitive skin. “You’re such a-“ moaning you wrap your legs around his waistline. “Fine, I’ll give up.”

“That was sweet,” Chris pants, patting your head. “What do you say, baby? I rocked your world, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, just lemme feel my legs again, Chris,” you yawn, sleepily curling in Chris's side. “I hope we didn’t scare Dodger for a lifetime. He ran out of the room faster than I could blink. Our poor baby.”

“He knows his dad is a dirty and sexy bastard,” you’d like to roll your eyes, but honestly, you are too sated and tired to argue. “Right?”

“Fishing for compliments much, Evans?” weakly you lift your head to look up at Chris. “You weren’t that bad. Now I need a break and I want to see the end of the movie.”

“Alright,” watching you rest your head on his chest Chris smiles, “let’s watch the rest of the movie. Later we could watch more movies and apologize to Dodger for scaring him.”

“You are awful,” you mutter.

“-and you love it.”

“Yes, I do,” laughing you look up at Chris. “But you are still the worst.”

“Yeah, and you’ll be by my side to explore all my awful characteristics. Love you, baby doll.”

“Love you too, Evans…”

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belated regrets | kuroo tetsurou

— alexa, play: remember me by umi

Cuz I'm getting older Know that I've changed But I can't go back now Nothing's the same And I won't forget how You called my name When I was afraid And now I'm afraid

— synopsis: after taking advantage of your friendship, what will kuroo do to win it back?  — genre: angst, friends to lovers if you squint — word count: 3.1k

This wasn't like you. You had stopped crying over Kuroo months ago. You stopped thinking about whether or not he had eaten yet, if he had gotten home safe, if he would text you goodnight, and yet here you were. You were crying again, after claiming you moved on and healed, and after telling all your friends that you would cut him out of your life.

You wish you blocked his number. It felt mean to do it back then, but you really wish you did, because now you definitely wouldn't be able to.

"I think we should take some time apart," were the words you whispered to him over the phone one night a few months back when he was telling you about some girl he had gotten close to in his chemistry lecture.

There was a painful silence that lasted over 15 long seconds. You'd never forget. You counted, after all.

"Why?" he asked quietly. "You're my best friend. What did I do wrong?"

Your 'friendship' had always been strange, after all. Everyone told you that, and even Kenma firmly believed that the two of you would end up dating eventually. But every time, Kuroo would laugh and ruffle your hair while proclaiming he would never date you.

And every time, you'd force a smile and agree with him.

"This friendship...just isn't what it used to be," you answered. It was true. Ever since the two of you got to college, things had changed. He met different people through his classes and bustling parties, and thus different girls that he'd ask you about. You manufactured his sweet texts to them, all while wishing he'd send them to you and feel just as nervous calling you late at night. You'd help guide him through the process of asking her out, then let him come over and be sad when he was rejected. 

Every aspect of your friendship became about him, him, and him. His academics were doing well--he was a surprisingly smart man after all--but they took a toll on him mentally, as they do to all college students. The same happened to you as well, but never once did Kuroo ask about how you were doing, how you were feeling, how you were coping with the sudden changes to your life.

You kept in contact with Kenma, who you'd text once in a while to tell him about how much you hated his previous captain. And Kenma would listen to you cry over the phone about his foolish childhood friend that knew nothing about your growing feelings for him. He was the only person who kept you grounded, and understood that your feelings for Kuroo couldn't be so easily tossed aside as the rest of your friends claimed. He also was the one who encouraged you to end your friendship with Kuroo gently, knowing that he would have to deal with the aftermath of Kuroo's confusion.

"Can I fix it somehow?" Kuroo asked in a panic, and you laughed bitterly. You had asked him many times to fix things--his treatment of you as if he were your therapist being the main one. He’d apologize, yet things would always end up returning to how they were before, with you being at the bottom on his list of priorities.

"Not anymore," your voice cracked, and you cleared your throat to pretend like you weren't crying. "I think you'll be fine without me."

“Y/N--”

“Don’t call me from now on, please. Don’t come over, because I won’t answer the door,” you paused. “...you’re still going to be my friend. I just need space.”

A lie. You knew it, and Kenma did too when you rehearsed your lines to him. He told you such, but you couldn’t bear to tell Kuroo the truth.

And even as you hung up, deep down, you wished he would disobey your wishes. You wanted him to text you and come to his senses, realizing he was wrong. You wanted to relive late night calls where you would laugh and talk about absolutely nothing just because you couldn’t fall asleep. You wanted to go back to him showing up at your front door with a bucket of fried chicken to reward you for studying hard for your midterm exams. You wanted to lay next to him on a grassy field again, where he was gazing up at the stars and you were mesmerized by how beautiful your best friend was, inside and out.

But Kuroo never called. You no longer sent him good morning texts, asking how his day was, and he stopped asking for your advice. It was like the two of you were less than friends. You’d only speak when you sent him an occasional meme that reminded you of him, or a song you knew he would enjoy. He’d respond earnestly, as if your friendship of over four years wasn’t shattered during that one call months ago.

Kenma called you an idiot for not cutting him off entirely, and you would have to agree with him. You were an idiot who was head over heels for a man who would never share your feelings.

It took months for you to get over it, but the distance you put between the two of you definitely helped. So why was it, all of a sudden, after you were finally healing and moving on, that Kuroo decided to call you out of nowhere?

You stared at your buzzing phone, the image of a stupid face Kuroo made flashing on your screen. 

Should you pick up? Should you pretend like you didn’t see his call? During your time contemplating, his photo faded away and your phone stopped vibrating angrily against your coffee table. 

Your heart felt like it was going to beat through your chest when you saw the ‘one missed call’ notification flicker mockingly at you. You stared at your phone, breath hitching in your throat when suddenly, you received a new text from none other than Kuroo Tetsurou himself.

“Fuck,” you cursed, leaning your head back against the couch and groaning loudly. Should you call Kenma? You could already feel a headache incoming. 

Why? Why did Kuroo always do this to you? He’s always had terrible timing, and apparently that never changed.

You plucked your phone from the table, braving it all and finally reading what he had to say to you.

“I’m sorry.”

“Are you fucking serious,” you grumbled, squeezing your eyes shut to chase away the anger building up inside of you. “Now? Now of all times? Does he even know what he’s sorry for?”

It wasn’t uncommon for Kuroo to apologize to you just because he knew you were upset. Still, you always forgave him solely because he was your best friend. But now, you knew better.

Fully ready to toss your phone aside, your eyes caught a new text from your ex-best friend.

“I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

Liar.

“I’m sorry for that one time I told you I’d help you study for your chemistry exam but ended up forgetting and missing all your texts and calls.”

You remembered that day. You had confided in him about your bad grade, and when he told you he could help you study, you were over the moon at the thought of being able to raise your nearly failing chemistry grade (and at the thought of spending more time with him). You called him multiple times when he didn’t show up, but gave up when he didn’t pick up the fifth time. You stayed up all night studying on your own, but still ended up failing that exam. You dropped the class, and ended up taking it next semester to get a much better grade without Kuroo’s help.

“I’m sorry for when you couldn’t tell me why you cried the entire day but still let me over so I could complain about Kira turning me down.”

That day, you were extremely overwhelmed. Your roommate was out somewhere, so you were left on your own to cry over the endless amount of assignments you had to deal with, on top of everything else. Kuroo had called that day, clearly in distress, and though you were in tears, you wiped them away and put on a weak smile when he showed up at your front door with a pained expression.

You wanted to be there for him. He was your best friend, after all.

“I’m sorry for that time that I left in the middle of our movie night because Ayane called me and wanted to go out to eat together.”

Your heart stung at the memory. The sight of his back getting up from your couch while completely ignoring the hurt in your eyes was still engraved into your memory, even if you spent months trying to forget it. You had called his name, but he was too busy eagerly chattering on the phone to even hear you. When he turned around, it was to bid you goodbye before abruptly leaving you with a half-eaten bag of popcorn and an animated movie still running that you no longer felt like finishing.

“I’m sorry for making you think you didn’t mean anything to me.”

Did you make an impact on his life? Deep down, you had hoped you did, so he’d always remember you.

“I’m sorry for taking advantage of your friendship.”

That, he definitely did.

“I’m sorry for being the worst friend ever. I miss you so much, Y/N.”

Why were you crying again? Your hands came up to wipe at your cheeks before hurriedly video calling Kenma’s phone.

When he picked up, the first thing he did was sigh at the sight of your disheveled appearance. If you weren’t completely in tears, you may have laughed at his attitude towards the situation, but all you could do was let out a weak whimper.

“I think he’s drunk,” he spoke without you needing to say anything. The thought of Kuroo only texting you because he was inebriated hurt you even more.

“He’s such an asshole,” you managed to croak out between your cries. Kenma only nodded, eyes clearly focused on the screen of his PC. Briefly, they turned to look at you again and his expression softened.

“You should’ve blocked him,” he mumbled, and a weak laugh left your lips. “Are you going to reply?”

You were quiet for a bit, before shaking your head.

And with that, Kenma hummed softly. He stayed on the phone with you until you finished crying over his childhood friend, and only hung up when you finally promised him you’d call him again the next day.

Tomorrow came quicker than you thought it would, and you managed to ignore Kuroo’s messages without giving into the temptation to text him back. Your life went back to normal, relatively, aside from one thing.

“I’m sorry for yelling at you for not understanding me when you gave me advice. I was childish, and only wanted to hear what I wanted to hear.”

Now, Kuroo was texting you everyday with something he was supposedly sorry for. And now, you were calling Kenma everyday to beg him to tell Kuroo to stop, to just leave you alone so you could move on. And every day, Kenma would tell you that you both knew how stubborn Kuroo could be when he put his mind to something.

“I’m sorry for not being there for you whenever you needed me even though you were always the first one to worry about me and how I was doing.”

At this point, it had been a few days since the initial text, and you wanted nothing more than to find him and yell at him to leave you alone. You were fine with brief interactions, pretending like your feelings for him never existed and he never regarded you as someone he could trust with his deepest feelings. You were fine with that.

“I’m sorry for being stupid and being able to understand everyone else’s feelings except for my best friend’s.”

But now he was pushing your boundaries. He was asking for more than what you could give him without giving him your entire heart again. You knew, and Kenma probably knew too, that if Kuroo kept doing this, you’d end up forgiving him. You’d give up on all the work it took over the past few months to get over him and go back to being his best friend if he asked you to. All that courage you put in to cut him off in the first place would disappear, and you’d be back to square one.

“I’m sorry for not realizing you liked me, and that I like you too.”

That was the last straw.

“You’re a prick.”

His response was almost immediate.

“Can I call you?”

Before you even had the chance to reply, your phone was buzzing in your hand and you nearly dropped it in your surprise. Without thinking, you picked up. And you cursed yourself for doing that.

“Y/N,” his familiar voice calling your name in that teary tone nearly made you cry again. Instead, you bit down on your lower lip to prevent the sadness crawling up your throat. You could hear the noises of cars passing by on the other line. He must’ve been outside

“Y/N, I missed you so much,” Kuroo’s voice was weak, and cracked a bit as he spoke, as if he too was holding back tears. “Thank you for picking up the phone.”

There was silence between the two of you for a bit before you shakily breathed in.

“Please stop texting me,” you finally managed to mumble. “Please stop thinking that you actually have feelings for me just because I was a comfortable person to fall back to when you didn’t have anyone else to go on dates with at the time.”

“That’s not the case--”

“If that’s not the case, then what is, Kuroo?” you interrupted, voice trembling. “I’ve had these feelings for you for so long, and now all of a sudden I’m gone and you like me too? Fuck off, I can’t believe you of all people would think so lightly of my feelings.”

“Listen,” his voice was pleading. “It’s not like that. Can I talk to you in person?”

“If I see you, I’m just going to cry again,” you laughed bitterly. You could hear shuffling on the other line.

“Then I’ll hold you until you stop crying,” he retorted firmly, and your heart jumped in your chest. How long had you waited to hear him speak like that about you? Like he just might share the same adoration for you that you did for him?

“You won’t even be able to find me,” you mumbled more to yourself than to him. It wasn’t like you were at your apartment, after all. You needed to get away.

“If you really think that,” you jumped at the sound of his voice closer than you thought. Looking up from your feet, your traitorous heart rate raced at the sight of those familiar almond eyes and unfixable bedhead. “Then I must’ve been a really bad friend, huh?”

You spent an excessive amount of time just staring up at him from your spot on the swings, eyes wide and lips slightly parted. He had bags under his eyes, and his bedhead was a little messier than it had previously been. Despite all that, the man in front of you was undoubtedly the best friend you’d caught feelings for.

“...how’d you find me?” you finally asked as he took a seat on the swing next to your own.

“I wanna say that I’m just a genius, but honestly, you never removed me from seeing your location.”

Your eyes adjusted to the brightness of his screen. When you spotted the familiar profile photo of your smiling face on the map, all you could do was sigh. Anxiously, you ran your sweaty palms along your pants to wipe them off.

“I’ve said it a dozen times at this point,” Kuroo tucked his phone back into his pants, “But I’m really sorry, Y/N.”

“Yeah, I get it,” you mumbled, exhausted of his apologies at this point.

“I don’t know what more I can say besides I’m sorry,” he admitted weakly. You couldn’t find the courage to lift your head to look at his probably desperate expression. “I’ll be honest. I wanted to respect your wishes at first. If you wanted distance, I’d give it to you. But the more time passed, the more I missed you.”

You fiddled with your fingers and the edge of your shirt, trying to find any distraction so you didn’t have to listen to his explanation.

“I missed you so much,” he murmured, “I thought I was an idiot, for treating you the way I did. I took advantage of how comfortable I was around you, and when you finally left me, I realized how lucky I was to have someone I could be so myself with.”

He turned to look at you, and you finally lifted your gaze to meet his eyes. Your heart ached. He looked so tired.

“Have you been eating?” You asked quietly.

“See?” He smiled bitterly. “You care so much about me, and all I do is take that kindness and give nothing back.”

You felt tears prick at your eyes again as he took your hand and placed it onto his cheek, the familiar warmth of his hand reminding you that you truly would never be able to get over him.

“I hate you,” you lied through the tears slipping down your cheeks, “so much for everything you’ve done. For making me fall for you.”

“I’ll spend as long as it takes making it up to you if you’ll let me,” his other hand reached up to brush your tears away. “As your friend, and as someone who finally realized his feelings for you too late. And if I’m lucky, I hope you’ll let me back into your life.”

“It won’t be the same,” you admitted honestly. Truthfully, your friendship would never be the same after all the hurt you endured because of him. Things that may have seemed so small to other people hurt you deeply, solely because you trusted him so much.

“I trusted you to be there and to understand me,” you told him, “and you ignored all that. You can’t expect that to be fixed so quickly.”

“I know,” he brushed your hair behind your ear. “So I’ll give my all to build a new relationship with you. One where I’ll be better, and won’t hurt you ever again.”

The two of you were silent as you cried. Through your tears, you could see his wet eyes. The sight brought a weak laugh to your lips.

“Kenma said you’re way too stubborn when you put your mind to something,” you smiled sadly. “This is your last chance, Kuroo. Don’t ruin it.”